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Margaret Cho talks poop and pot in Chicago
October 16, 2010, at the Chicago Theatre
By Laura Marie Braun
Published: October 18th, 2010 | 1:00pm

For years, Margaret Cho has been one of the best recognized female comedians. She’s beloved in the feminist world, embraced by the gay community and, yes, has even been given two chances by primetime television (All American Girl, Dancing with the Stars). Supporting her newest album, Cho Dependent (Clownery Records), she has taken to the road once more with the Cho Dependent Tour and fans excitedly piled into the legendary Chicago Theatre Saturday night to watch the controversial comedian take on everything from poop to pot.

She came out to huge applause and immediately jumped into the topic on everyone’s mind: her elimination from television’s #1 show, Dancing with the Stars. Alluding to a slight conspiracy, Cho suggested that it was her flamboyant rainbow dress that got her the boot, which led to a serious moment as the openly bisexual comedian admirably discussed the recent teen suicide epidemic.

Without any awkward transition, she got right back into her comedy and touched on just about everything from cruising in the Deep South to giving props to the oldest strippers in the country. Not unusual to her usual routine, Cho had no shortage of gross-out jokes (like her story of attempted pooping at Bonnaroo) and, of course, stories straight from her sex life (and her current attempt to get pregnant via artificial insemination).

One major element missing from the Cho Dependent Tour, however, was the music. Performing just four songs, including her signature “My Puss” with John Roberts, there wasn’t really a lot to differentiate this tour from any of her past tours. Sadly, the lack of music might have been for the best—most of her songs fell flat and resulted in few laughs, at best. However, her rendition of “Your Dick” ended up being the highlight of the night, as the curtain rose behind her revealing the Chicago Gay Men’s Chorus in a rainbow polos and John Roberts dancing around in a naked suit. Although the seemingly promised night of novelty songs may have been lost, the laughs were not.