These are a few of my favourite things: glitter, sequins, musicals, and comprehensive sex education and knowledge of human anatomy. Glittery Clittery is a sparkly clever extravaganza, winding all of these into one late-night party/comedy show.
The Fringe Wives Club, made up of Victoria Falconer, Rowena Hutson and Tessa Waters, are adorned in the most magnificent custom made sequin jumpsuits, complete with vulva-esque shoulder pads.
Glittery Clittery toes the line between hilarious and horrifying, the women comedically singing about their childhood experiences of sexual objectification, along with the ‘he hurt you cos he likes you’ bull so many people deal with.
The comedy lies in the relatability and delivery, and it’s funny in the shared experience — they can joke about this topic because it’s theirs to joke about. So often street harassment is so ridiculously pointless and violent that stepping into the mind of the people who do it is hilariously bewildering.
I went along on Friday the 30th, which happened to be Trans day of Visibility. The only negative of the show was the constant reinforcement of binary, and vagina = woman, along with misgendering of audience members. At the end of the show the women onstage invoked solidarity with ‘LGBTQ’ people after a show equating what’s between your legs with womanhood.
The highlight of the show for me was a passionate ‘Ode to Pockets’, a lifelong pet peeve of mine. ‘All I really want is a mother f*cking pocket’ should always be sung in three-part harmony. And every comedy show should have regular dance breaks and free champagne for the best dancers — extra motivation to boogie down.
The lyrics are well written and hover between fall-off-your-seat-funny and a more pensive tone. Plus there’s a game show. Everybody loves a game show.
Jasmin Ashton is a designer, marketer and freelance writer from Melbourne who has a lot of feelings about everything. Find them at @Jasmanna.