SEE Magazine Review ****
Edmonton Fringe
When our hostess Tippi Seagram (Collette Kendall) saunters onstage in platinum curls and black fur coat and declares jihad on political correctness with a wild Al-Qaeda battle cry (literally), it quickly becomes clear that for the next 60 minutes, nothing will be sacred and no one will be safe. At the same time, Kendall’s scathing examination of pop culture, politics, and sexuality shows us that it’s okay to laugh at ourselves, and each other. It’s all in good fun, right?
This is the second instalment in the Tippi trilogy, and as the lady herself puts it, “If these shows were my children this one would be special needs, walking around eating glue and hugging all of you.� I don’t buy that. Sure, Tippi is rude and crude, but Kendall’s seamless delivery proves that the only thing sharper than her wit is the teeth in her vagina — seriously, she says she’s growing incisors down there. And it’s great to see another femme fatale join the ranks of Sarah Silverman and Margaret Cho and prove that you don’t need a dick to be funny. Not having one might even make you funnier.
—Andrew Paul


IN MY WILDEST DREAMS!…..
but thanks Andrew for putting my name in the same sentence as these two brillant women!

