Hannah Gadsby: Nanette

It's time to wake up...

Hannah Gadsby lulls you into a false sense of security...with gentle digs about the rainbow flag, lesbian content and trans*identity...it's a little safe, to begin with.

She seems a little nervous, a little vulnerable...akin to a fish out of water in an iconic arena...that's to begin with...then, she starts digging in her heals. Tasmania receives a well-deserved punch. Art History gets a revisionist analysis...and, Picasso gets it in the neck!

What!?! What's going on? The nervousness has gone. The comedy has gone...this becomes the story of why Hannah is giving up comedy...it's no laughing matter. She stands solid on the stage and she opens, revises and shares...this becomes so, so personal.

Some may call this preaching, some will certainly compare it to a rant...but, white straight men will - indeed - shift uncomfortably in their seats. Hannah assures...she is not a man-hater. After hearing her truths and the [past] truths of the [art] world...she has every right to be!

Revisionism tends to get a bad press - people don't want to hear what they don't want to hear. Personal revision is a whole different ball-game...finding out the whys-and-hows of why-and-how you got to where you are...the mistakes, the mis-steps you make-and-take, the people who break-and-take...this is catharsis. This is self-administered therapy...in a public arena.

Jaw-dropping. Passionate. Truthful. There's nothing fake about this...and that is exactly why Hannah Gadsby should not give up [her] comedy. The angry need to be heard...otherwise the anger will never go away and the status quo remains intact.Evolution!

Hannah is not a man-hater...she - quite rightly - doesn't understand why straight white men get angry...they have nothing to be angry about, they've had it their way since the beginning of time.

Indeed, food for thought. And, a woman on a stage - crucially - serving it out by the bucket-load. We thank you.

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