Of course Im delighted that Fun Home has met with such success, but it still strikes me as very unlikely that an odd, cerebral story about a lesbian and her closeted gay suicidal mortician father would have struck a chord with anyone but me.
To be honest, I've been rethinking things lately. I mean, I'm still a Christian, but I'm definitely transitioning. Really? Is your mom letting you do hormones? Mine won't.
Will you do me the honor of paradoxically reinscribing and destabilizing hegemonic discourse with me?
I'm all the trouble you need. Do you know why I invited you here? For the Brussels sprouts tartare? For the long, discreet tablecloths.
Workers of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your chain store jobs!
You're never gonna meet anyone hanging around here with the tactical nuclear family.
I wish it were me instead of you. Yeah. I'm getting the sodium pentothal. You have to go sit with my parents.
Will you explain to me what these lesbian and gay groups are doing in bed with conservative Republicans? Getting reamed. But they seem to like it.