My mother’s got a bee in her bonnet that I shouldn’t have my relationship status up on Facebook. I'm told this, what, four days after I turn 26. Her other beef: photographs with boys, exes, posed or otherwise, in shorts or not, are distasteful.
My mother’s the prude Vidur Kapur was talking about.
Kapur is this stand-up comic I saw perform last week. He's a bald, confident, verbose wearer of black studded Louboutin sneakers. I didn't even know Louboutin made sneakers till I saw this man on stage! How's that for a saturday night education? I didn't trust there were any funny Indian-origin comics out there, either. Really, don't argue. In Delhi, I've seen my share of dimwits trying too hard. This one could make you laugh. He made a few cracks about Aziz Ansari even -- how he's not Indian but how Hollywood likes it that way.
About those Louboutins, did you know there is form you have to fill out before you buy them?! Unless that was a joke. In which case I am the dimwit. But can any priviledged owner of Louboutins answer this or do I atrociously third world?
So anyway, Louboutin Kapur delivered this -- what I thought was a fantastic one -- about how his grandmother preferred a pedophile relative to him, her out-of-the-closet gay grand son. Why? Oh, because at least the pedophile went about his business discreetly.
When poor Vidur protested, all he got from the old lady was a "shut up, you homo!"
The show was great fun. I've been meaning to catch some of his stuff on youtube. Maybe send the link to my mother. Till I do that though, moral of the story is I should change my Facebook status to something more discreet so that my mother can feel like she raised a decent kid.
Never mind the other reason why the decent kid should change that damn status – remember trouble in paradise? We're working through it. Sadly, we’re not talking about it, not here, not just yet. That might be ‘distasteful’.