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TO MARGARET CHO |
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Your Cho Anyone who has watched Margaret Cho over the years knows that the comedienne has worn many hats: brash funnywoman, passionate activist, and even board member for sex toy company Good Vibrations. Luckily for Cho's fans, her new VH1 reality series, The Cho Show, puts all of her varied talents to ample use every week. Described as a scripted reality sitcom—whatever the hell that means—the show mirrors Cho's life and stand-up act as it follows her exploits in Hollywood, with her parents, squad of stylists, and 3'10" assistant Selene Luna along for the sometimes wild ride. Cho jokingly calls her new project "gay candy," and with it she threatens to dethrone even Kathy Griffin as television's foremost fag hag. Cho holds nothing back from the cameras, from bleaching her sphincter to painting her naked body for the red carpet (there's a very good reason it airs at 11 p.m.). The show seems ripe with bits for Joel McHale to sample and ridicule on E!'s The Soup. Cho, no stranger to harsh criticism, will surely take it all in stride and good humor. Cho rang Radar just before a gig in Tennessee to discuss the finer things in life, namely politics, periods, and pooping your pants. RADAR: The Cho Show is good
old outrageous fun. Do you feel it has healed the wounds from your '90s
sitcom debacle, All-American Girl? In the first episode,
you receive the "Korean of the Year" award. You said you've
felt ostracized by your native people in the past. It was sweet to see
your parents beam with pride at the ceremony. That's my favorite bit
of the show. It's also great to see how much you all love each other—and
to see them in the flesh, especially after years of seeing your spot-on
impression of your mom. You and VH1 are paying
Mama well, I hope? It's great to see
them interact with Selene Luna, the tiny burlesque queen. People assume that
you're a lesbian, but I've met your husband, Al, who's a really cool
guy and an artist in his own right. Why isn't he on the show? Is he
shy? It's great, but a slow process. You have to dab a little bit on every day and it gradually whitens, like Crest asshole whitening strips, so I didn't keep up with it. Who has the goddamn time? Who cares about what color it is—you don't have to look
at it! You also had the "G-shot," where they pump collagen
into your G-spot. You weren't walking around having orgasms all day long? At
Starbucks? On the treadmill? You campaigned tirelessly for gay marriage for a long time—you
must be very proud of California. I don't know why anyone would think that women aren't funny. That makes me sad for him that he's missing out on a whole lot of funny. My favorite comedians are women. Wanda Sykes is a fucking genius! Amen to that. Hollywood keeps making the same unfunny movie
with Adam Sandler, Will Ferrell, and Mike Myers. Hitchens argued lamely that women don't need to be funny because
they have boobies and are pretty. That brings us to your new stand-up show, Beautiful. I heard
you got the idea when a radio interviewer asked you how it would be
if you woke up one day and were beautiful. I hope you smacked the son
of a bitch. You use your blog to come to the defense of the indefensible.
You declare your love of Tila Tequila, for instance. People took you to task for defending Britney walking around
in her bloody period panties. So? So what! Whatever—big fucking deal. I don't care. Leave Britney alone! I'll give you this—there is a little sexist schadenfreude
going on there, because you know that right now Justin Timberlake has
skid-marks in his tighty whities. He's just not offering the world a
glimpse. |
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