Performed in Hardware Lane’s Amigos, the venue provides a shade of cerise that mimics Grounds’ monologue — intimate, personal, and witty. Grounds is fast-paced with an innate talent for timing. “I have had enough of fat people, on the ground, crying,” remarked Grounds, before launching into her hour-long tirade of songs and anecdotes, including her famous rendition of If I Had A Penis.
Don’t underestimate the X-Men Rouge lookalike though. Grounds knows how to seamlessly shift from family death to the irony of working a funeral home and having sales targets. “How can you have sales targets?” Grounds had asked her boss, to which he replied: “I’ll tell you after you finish mixing the arsenic in with the sugar.”
Riddled with black humour, Grounds distills our fears of aging and dying through sarcastic humour, including witticisms about penises, make-up gone wrong, genetic disorders and vaginas. Crude, but insightfully witty.
BY AVRILLE BYLOK-COLLARD
