The Drunk Corner #1 - Ann Coulter v Bill Maher

I was lucky enough to get a ticket to the debate between Bill Maher and Ann Coulter at Radio City Music Hall. Part of the Speaker Series. My awesome friend Liz bought tickets, and I am grateful.

But, even upon receiving this incredible gift, I started mouthing off. Bill Maher is a big mouth. Ann Coulter is insufferable. He's pretty smug. She's not his equal. She's not his equal. She's not his equal. She's not... Oh, wait.

And that's what my experience was like. Listening to one person who thinks she's witty against someone who is actually funny and insightful.

This isn't, and has never been, a political blog. It's about TV mostly and entertainment in general. Well, Bill Maher's a TV host, and Ann Coulter was one of his frequent guests. So this totally qualifies.

Which makes it weird that the star of the show, for me, was the old woman (who was there with two friends) who sat behind us. She had a voice that suggested Harvey Fierstein in his later, later, um (is this later enough?) later years? (Love you, dear.) She provided, er, illustrious commentary throughout. At one point, after Ann had tossed her hair for the thousandth time and Bill had touched Ann's knee for the [count the stains in his pants] time, she said, "OH! HE JUST WANTS TO SLEEP WITH HER!"

And that, my friends, was the highlight of the evening. I could really talk about how Ann kept saying the same point over and over (and made a TERRIBLE connection between being a liberal and being a victim). Or I could talk about how Bill (love that bitch) was trying out new material for his next HBO special. Or the 90s prostitute black dress that Ann wore. The fact that she couldn't tame that damn hair, despite the inventions of hair clasps. (By the way, the woman in front of me wore a beautiful one. She seemed to be the same kind of WASP that Ann kept saying she was. Like FIVE times. Even when it wasn't relevant. Like, even referring to Rush Limbuagh, she said, "Well, that's classic WASP deflection when he said that." From what I have researched, Rush isn't a WASP. I mean, just the name "Limbaugh" suggests ethnicity.)

Oh, but I got off topic. She wore a tight, black dress. Long sleeves, rounded neck, fourteen-inches above the knee. A dress that I saw some girls in my high school wearing. In the 90s. In a parody of the 80s.

How does a grown woman wear something like that to a debate and decide that she should taken seriously?

The answer: She can't.

And that was the other thing: She's not smart enough for people to care, so she shows off her body.

But... SHE'S A STICK.

So, I guess that's what "WASPs" look like? Boy, if you're driving through Connecticut, keep your windows up so your eyes don't get poked out.

Look. I hate her, clearly. Bill Maher cheesed me a bit. I mean: Dude, this isn't Caroline's. Don't test out your new material on me. But, altogether, he kind of rocked it.

But, like, I said, the star was Mrs. Fierstein. I want to know who she was. She was the bee's knees. If you know an older woman who went to the debate and who sat in the OO section, please let me know.

Overall, I thank my friend for the ticket because... I had the BEST TIME!

Most hated aspect:
Ann: In conclusion... [uproarious applause] Boy, that was rude.
[Followed by a monologue by Bill, which was interrupted every minute by a heckler. Um, whose side is ruder, ANN?]

Favorite portion: "OH! HE JUST WANTS TO SLEEP WITH HER!"

This isn't a one-sided thing, y'all. Tell me what you think. Either way. Yes... even if you like Ann. ESPECIALLY if you like Ann.