Cultural Differences...

[Little Miss Risk]

Thanks to Scott for documenting our ascent as a marquee act...

So people have been coming to me and asking me what of the differences between European and North American crowds. I think that this may have less to do with my observations and perhaps more to do with a chance to stare at my chest while engaged in conversation. I may be a trifle cynical in my reaction, but if my opinion IS being solicited then I do have some findings. My first reaction is that European television sucks, and this is saving live entertainment. The second is that North American television sucks but people haven't caught on just yet.

It came to me while catching the tail-end of America's Next Top Model before check out at our hotel the other day and it hit me that North Americans don't get the joke. I say this because there is much more of a instinct to leave the house, go out and be social at the local bar/club/watering h*** vs. stay at home and watch 'Britney and Kevin: Chaotic' overseas. Here at home, people will agree that the reality television world is idiotic, but still park their butts in front of the boob tube rather than budge off of the couch. Whereas our European counterparts will shrug, turn off the set and head out to a show. I know that there are those living the live entertainment life here at home, but I find them to be in the minority. But what do couch potatoes risk missing if they stay in?

If they live in Halifax they run the risk of running into the world's worst cocaine dealer. No word of a lie, this guy missed my joke when I told him I was the world's smallest drag queen and proceeded to stare at my crotch. He went on to say that I must be good at tucking it back and then asked if I wanted any coke. Um, subtle. The same guy went up to Bloody Betty and the following conversation went down:

Coke Guy: "You like the Joker, eh?"

Betty: "Sure do."

Coke Guy: "Want to hear a joke?"

Betty: "Sure"

Coke Guy: "Want any cocaine?"

Betty: "You suck at jokes"

This guy was really persistent. I didn't see him at the end of the night, but I'm assuming he finally harassed the wrong people and got bounced. The evening continued with multiple shots being downed, an afterparty being sought out, and myself trying to convince the household rabbit what it really wanted was to come out and dance with us. For the record, rabbits do not like to dance.

Since I'm not in any danger of hosting a reality television show any time in the future, the only way I can tell people to enjoy ridiculous fun like this is to go out and create it rather than stagnate. You'll support local and touring artists and spend time with people and best of all: no commercials.

Now, I'm off to engage my bandmates in a pillow fight.

Adieu.

Little Miss Risk