I, Allen Light, went to Baruch Voices. It was entertaining. It is now Sunday, and I only remember four of the performances, so I would say that only four were memorable.
The first person that was memorable was the Asian male that talked about biting down on ‘juicy, tender’ pop eyes chicken in a tone that made clear that he was thinking about something a good deal more lewd than that.
The second person worth mentioning was a Black female, who talked about how people tended to judge her, before getting to know her. They saw her hair, which according her took two hours to do, and decided someone who spent so long working on her hair can’t be smart. They looked at how she dressed, and decided that she was a whore who had a sugar daddy (her point, not mine). She then went onto this awe inspiring tangent about how she was not average, and that “magnificence radiated off her skin.” I found this to be quite refreshing, because everyone else was there either to do a blog post, or to get something for their resume.
The third person worth noting was a second Black female, who talked about her hair. She remarked that all the models on T.V. had straight hair, so from a young age she tried to imitate them. It was a classic coming of age story. Hated something about herself that she couldn’t change. Tried very hard to fix said defect. Grew up and realized she was perfect just the way she was. She know has curly hair. After her performance I complimented her on it.
The final person worth noting was a new friend I made before the show. Her name is Abigail. She is a Caucasian female. Her monologue was about her life in upstate New York, and how much more exciting the city is.
