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Sex,
tattoos, Tarantino and the complicated life of stand-up Margaret Cho
Interview by Teddy Jamieson
31 Jul 2011
Margaret Cho is sitting in her bath gown in her home in Los Angeles
with her dog at her feet and her phone in her hand, discussing definitions
of queerness, the gay secrets of the Republican Party and her open marriage.
And it’s only 10 in
the morning Pacific standard time. Decorum? Frankly, that’s just
a place in Pennsylvania (it is; look it up).
To be fair I’m the one asking her about such things, but Cho has
never been backward about coming forward. If you don’t know her,
imagine Frankie Boyle if he was a Korean-American, heavily tattooed,
gay-friendly, bisexual ... Actually I’m thinking this analogy
is already a bit too stretched. Okay, think of it this way. When it
comes to stand-up comedians, Cho is edgy in the way that the White Cliffs
of Dover are edgy. How so? Well, this is her on Sarah Palin (and hey,
public health warning: don’t read on if you’re easily offended).
“I hate Sarah Palin, I hate her politics, but I kind of want to
f*** her.”
Are we clear? This is a woman who has done routines about defecating
in her car and who in interviews (not this one, but then I’ve
never been to Pennsylvania) compares the size of former boyfriends Quentin
Tarantino and Chris Isaak’s respective, ahem, manhoods (Chris
wins, if you’re interested, but neither has anything to worry
about). She does, however, suggest that the spouse of one senior Republican
figure is “blazingly gay” but in the closet (blazingly gay
not being “in” among the Tea Party crew this term). Would
it surprise you to learn that she used to tour with Bill Hicks? Thought
not.
“For me, performing is a political statement in and of itself,”
she says, “I’m Asian-American, I’m a woman, I’m
queer, I’m not what people would think of when they think of a
stand-up comedian.”
Okay, okay, she’s definitely nothing like Boyle. Instead she is
an outspoken 42-year-old woman raised on Joan Rivers and Saturday Night
Live who is going to spend the rest of the day doing restorative yoga
and who plans to do some drinking when she comes to Edinburgh for the
Festival because last time around – some 10 years ago –
she didn’t, “and I don’t want to do that to the Scottish
people. I felt like I did Scotland wrong”.
Cho was brought up in the Polk district of San Francisco, which along
with Castro, is a “gaybourhood” (it’s the one where
Armistead Maupin’s Tales Of The City books are set). “My
family had a book store that catered to the gay community. It had photography
books, art books and fashion and fine literature. And gay porn, a lot
of gay porn.”
Her parents were typically
Korean-American in that they worked hard, but perhaps not so much in
other ways. “My father wanted me to be schooled by gay men. He
felt gay men were superior in terms of culture and art and they knew
everything about fashion. He wanted to create this superwoman. He left
me in the care of these very tattooed, very flamboyant gay men. That’s
one of the reasons I’m tattooed. When I became an adult they took
me to Ed Hardy who tattooed me all over my entire body, so I have this
physical memento of my growing up.”
As someone who finds the idea of a needle filled with ink being jabbed
repeatedly into my arm (or anywhere else for that matter) a tad unappealing,
I have to ask her the obvious question. Did it hurt? “My threshold
for vanity is greater than my threshold for pain.”
Hard to believe but she says she was a shy kid. She thinks she still
is shy. Which doesn’t quite square, I suggest, with going on stage
and talking about her orgasms. “You still retain the shyness,”
she counters. “A lot of performers I know are painfully shy.”
Actually she thinks she was as much bewildered as shy when she was a
child. If San Francisco seemed a beautiful, idyllic place in the 1970s,
that began to change in the 1980s. “Aids happened. This tragic
plague where people were dying every single day and you could see the
evidence of that every day in the streets. You would see people get
weaker and weaker; one day with a cane, one day in a wheelchair and
one day gone. To witness the deterioration of people day by day is so
painful, people that you know, people you love. It was so horrific.
Many people that raised me and that I loved so much died. It was just
unbearable.”
When she was 16 a gay teacher who did more than most to encourage her
writing didn’t come to class one day. Later she overheard boys
explaining why: “That faggot got murdered”. Her teacher
was beaten to death in an act of homophobic violence, an act so terrible
her childhood ended there and then. “I couldn’t bear being
a child any more. I couldn’t bear being told all these tragic
things any more. I wanted to be an adult so that I could somehow bear
it. I missed out on a huge part of my life. It would have been a problem
had I not been in showbusiness where childishness and childlike behaviour
are rewarded.”
Not immediately, as it turned out. She left school and began to pursue
a career as a stand-up only to be poached by TV to star in the first
Asian-American family show ever. She could see her name in lights and
at the time it’s what she wanted. “I thought I had such
a tough time as a teenager that I deserved this acceptance. I put too
much stock in the idea that fame would solve all of my personal problems
or that fame would somehow make me feel good about myself.”
It didn’t work, though. She found herself hounded by TV execs
claiming she wasn’t, umm, Asian enough. And she certainly wasn’t
skinny enough. “The major complaint was that I was considered
too fat to play the role of myself. I went into this crazy, anorexic
phase. I was hospitalised and then the show was cancelled because I
still wasn’t thin enough. It was this really traumatic thing.
I ended up writing about it and making a film about it which was a very
big success. I became a stand-up comedian again, which was really my
true destiny. Actually it was a good thing.”
Really? It led to a drug and alcohol addiction, didn’t it? “I
would go with substances if I couldn’t eat. If I took drugs it
was speed. It was about ‘how do I not eat?’ All of that
is pretty much solved if I’m eating because actually that’s
my drug – food.” These days she’s realised the meaning
of life. “I think it’s just figure out a way to enjoy it
that won’t kill you.”
Cho got married to writer and artist Al Ridenour in 2003. She knew her
husband for years as friends. “We were both partnered with other
people and then we decided we were going to run away together with our
stuff. It was an immediate, middle-of-the-night thing and it was horrible
for the other people involved and it was probably a very selfish thing.
But it was the right thing to do.”
In many ways, she says, it’s a conventional marriage. Well, other
than the sex. She still defines herself as queer. “I don’t
believe in monogamy. It’s dishonest to me. My marriage is open
but it’s also very conventional. I have had sex with men and women.
You don’t turn straight because you’ve decided to have a
straight partner.”
Good to know. Actually, I
say, it is telling that anyone whose sexual choices tend to the vanilla
palette don’t find themselves defined by their sexual preferences
in the same way as those who like to mix and match their flavours. “For
me, my sexuality includes so many different aspects which I have to
constantly define and talk about, which is okay. But it’s true
if you’re straight you don’t take that to work.”
It’s time for the restorative yoga. If you don’t know Margaret
Cho yet here’s a few other things I can tell you about her. She
has a Region 2 DVD player which allows her to watch all her favourite
British comedy – The League Of Gentlemen, French & Saunders,
Human Remains and The Mighty Boosh. She’s just written her will.
Quentin Tarantino calls her Maggie and she calls him “somebody
I will always love”. She’s just spent the previous weekend
in San Diego marching with the military in a Gay Pride march and when
she’s in Edinburgh, as well as go to the pub, she is going to
sing some songs, meet old friends like Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer.
Who is Margaret Cho? This
is what she thinks: “I’m really unusual, but not unusual
to myself.”
Margaret Cho: Cho Dependent
is at the Assembly Rooms George Square from Saturday (not August 10,
17), 9pm (previews from Wednesday)
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