Patrice O’Neal is one of my teachers. Only a brilliant artist can finesse political incorrectness these days. He brought the stuff floating around in your head to light with an undeniable humor and intuition about the way the ugly truth really works in your brain. His comedy was a relief from the distasteful images burning holes in our brains amidst media pressure to think proper thoughts. Conversely, in his comedy, there was an implied sensitivity about the subjects that he ridiculed. It takes mad skills to be able to balance the two.
He didn’t play to the least common denominator, the way that a lot of comedians corralled on these “comedy” specials do. He talked about unpopular, marginal things, and you’d find yourself nodding involuntarily at them. Yes, some of his comedy made me cringe — but it was worth it. You can’t doubt his intelligence. I found him refreshing. I’d take him over any politically correct person using all the ‘proper’ lingo, etc., whose actions indicate otherwise. As a black comic, he didn’t use his comedy as an artless tool to lash out. I know his comedy wasn’t for everyone. Too bad.
It’s a racket! Go ahead — throw money at these people. They just want you to buy all their stuff. A fall wardrobe, winter wardrobe – Oh spring’s here, I need a spring jacket–bah! You can wear that same jacket in spring as in the fall. I ain’t no slave to consumerism! It makes no sense to have all these clothes. Who cares what’s in fashion. Clothes from 1982 cover your ass the same way in 2012.
Yeah I got thirty year old clothes. So I know how holes work in clothes. In shirts, holes start in the arm-pit area. In pants it’s the crotch. Crotch holes were in at one time so people thought I was in style — hehehe. I wear clothes until they fall off. I just had to throw away my grey shirt. The holes in the arm pits were so big that the shoulder part wouldn’t stay on. But I know how to beat the system. When I wear shirts with holes I put jackets over them so no one sees. Sometimes I get compliments on my overall look. These people don’t know I have holes and that gives me the inner titters, like the time I went on an interview wearing a skirt suit with no drawers on.
On occasion I’ll wear a holey shirt straight out in the open. I’ve been doing holes for years. Back in the eighties my boss said they called me ‘corporate militant’ behind my back because I wore runny stockings and holes sometimes. Mme. Weebles will tell you the panty hose industry’s a racket. Oh wait a minute – oh wow — years ago another boss bought me all these clothes – I know sexist, inappropriate, yeah, yeah – anyway, I thought it was because he liked me but now as I’m typing this, I’m thinking maybe it was because he felt sorry for me.
When I want to, I know how to dress up. And, when I do it, I do it right. I have a Persian lamb coat and leather pants that I paid lots of money for. But I’m no fool. I made sure to wear those pants every day since I paid so much for them.
My clothes are like old friends. They know my body better than a one night stand. While I think dressing up can be an art, generally I think getting dressed is a pain in the ass. I’d rather be naked. I’m naked now. My ass by the way is clean. It’s important to be clean when you wear your clothes a couple of days in a row. Oh yeah, and I change my drawers everyday — when I wear them – AND — I always floss. It’s not cool to wear your clothes everyday and have plaque on your teeth at the same time.