The Ways Of The Sober Lady

17 May

Many people don’t know this about me but I am a sober living person!  I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs.  A friend of mine has been considering sobriety so I’ve decided to make a list of

THE WAYS OF THE SOBER LADY!

1)  Don’t be influenced.  People are going to ask you a lot if you want a drink and sometimes you may think you do.  But in reality, it will hurt your tum-tum tomorrow so do like Nancy Regan and just say, “Fuck off, dickhole.”

2)  Ok maybe just one sip.  If you’re at a Sox game and your friend gets two cups of beer and she asks you to hold one it’s okay to take a sip.  Beers at Fenway are like, $11.  It’s like having a sip of a pearl or diamond.

3)  Act drunk but don’t be drunk.  People will admire you for having the bravery to scream in that chick’s face in a totally innapropriate psychotic way.  And then when you say, “Yeah, I wasn’t even drunk,”  they’ll fear you.  And fear = respect.

4)  Try other drugs.  Food is a good one.  Also, shopping.  Also, sex.  Also, stand up comedy.

5) Get lots of attention for being sober.  When people find out you don’t drink, they’ll assume you once had a drinking problem.  They will PRAISE you for getting help.  It is such a great confidence boost!  Tell them whatever feels comfortable.  Whether it’s, “I just decided to give it up because I never drank that much to begin with,”  Or, “The judge is forcing me.”  The truth is nobody’s business. 

Best of luck with your sobriety!  Cheers!

An Open Letter From a Decent Dermatology Receptionist

14 May

I wrote this in response to this open letter by Jim Tews.

My name is Danielle Soto. I’m a twenty five year old Chilean Jew, and I’ve worked in a Dermatology office for about two years now. Currently, people of my species make up the majority of Dermatology Receptionists in this country, and we have for a very long time. But today I’d like to talk about what it’s like to be an Octopus who works in a Dermatology office.

Sure, it’s different. As a human woman I have the advantage of having skin which can relate to most Dermatology patients. But if you’re an Octopus (without human skin) you can either conform and act like you have human skin or you can avoid working here all together. I’m open minded and accepting and believe things need to change but things AREN’T going to change. Don’t try. Seriously, stop trying. Stop it. I see you trying!

We get it, you have tentacles. And sometimes people will make comments about those not being hands, and you making the keyboard sticky. Well, all I can say is one thing human beings hate more than anything is being ignored. They hate being ignored more than they hate looking for parking, genocide, or when their human room mate leaves only one drop of milk in the jug. So, just don’t acknowledge them when they say, “Hey dick arms! I need a four month follow up with Dr. Freeman!” DO NOT TRY TO CHANGE ANYTHING.

I feel like even though I’ve never been an octopus, I’ll never be an octopus, and I’m not currently an octopus I can totally talk about what life in the business is like for them. The horrible things that could happen to an octopus (nets, pirates, ink stains, etc.) could never happen to me. The everyday frustrations for an octopus (getting tangled in sea weed, sexual harrassment, etc.) don’t cross my mind at all. I can walk to my car at night through a dimly lit parking lot and not worry in the slightest about a Japanese trawler coming up behind me, shish kabobbing me, and serving me at a bachelorette party on the stomach of a chizzled hottie! (That actually doesn’t sound that bad…)

Being an Ocotpus working in a Dermatology Office is clearly not that difficult. You’s octopi are lucky that humans even LET you in Dermatology clinics. So, just be greatful okay? I’m sensitive and nice. Like, really nice. The kind of nice where I can get away with saying horrible things. In conclusion, don’t hate the playa hate the game.

Chicago’s Women’s Funny Festival

13 May

For all my Chicago friends, I’m going to be performing in this year’s Women’s Funny Festival! located at Stage 773

Friday, June 07th at 11:00pm in The Cab Theater

Buy tickets here!

See you then!  :-)

OKCupid Messages I Sent That Never Got Responses

29 Apr

Alternate title of this post:  What’s wrong with me?

1)  Hi there,
I like the puppy in your second photo. He’s so cute! I love dogs big enough to wrestle but small enough that it’s obvious I’m letting them win.
That’s all. Just thought I’d say hi.

2)  What scares you about ET? Is it Drew Barrymore’s acting? She’s gotten a little better since then.

3)  Hi, I don’t think we have anything in common but we’re both hot so I just thought I’d write and say what’s up?

4)  Do you still have that red and white striped shirt? Can I borrow it? Are you a Kennedy?

5)  I laughed out loud when I saw you can’t live without whole milk.   Why whole milk? That’s kind of random, right?

6)  Hi, I don’t have a tramp stamp. But if I did, it would be black and really pretty script. And it would say FEMINIST. Irony is wicked hot.

7)  Hi, I think being able to walk through crowds IS a really good skill, and I’m glad you recognize it. Some people tend to panic and give up. I realized I didn’t like big crowds when I was at a Backstreet Boys Concert in the fifth grade. It was also the day I realized I love the Backstreet Boys. So many realizations.

8)  Hi,  I hate movies and the outdoors. I’m only outdoorsey if it’s an amusement park. But I really like talking about social issues.

9)  I was about to “wink” at you, but that just felt sooo slimey. So I decided to step up and write a message just to say hi.  Hi!

10)  Are you a nerd or a pervert?

I think my problem is I’m opening with “Hi” too much.  I think I might switch to “Hey.”

The Boston Marathon 2013

27 Apr

On April 13th-14th I was on a road gig.  I don’t often travel for comedy, and I was particularly excited about this one because I was expecting to see a special guy.  I was calling it, “a sure thing.”  I was spinning a roulette wheel where every peg had, “hot and sexy boning!” written on it.  I’ll keep details vague to protected the people or person who will one day be VERY VERY REGRETFUL and just let you know virtually nothing happened between us and I came home somewhat heartbroken.

On April 15th, I discovered what real heartbreak is.  Two explosions had gone off during the Boston Marathon, near the finish line, causing three deaths and countless injuries.  People with shrapnel in their legs are still coming into emergency rooms, and the number of injured parties is still growing.  Bostonians and visitors were treated for burns, cuts, and amputations.  Being at Brigham and Women’s Hospital, where I work, I heard every two minutes an ambulance leave the hospital.  Every.two.minutes.  It was painful to listen to because if you know me, you know I’m completely head over heals in love with Boston.  I felt like someone was attacking my husband.

The Boston marathon was such a special day for me growing up.  I grew up just two blocks between mile 23 and 24.  Every year I would go with my family to cheer on the runners and play out in the streets of Boston.  My friends and I would sell lemonade, or draw with chalk on the sidewalk.  As I got older, into high school, it became a day to try and get invited up to some apartment on Beacon St.  It became a day where no one called and asked, “Where are you?  When are you coming home?”  Because on that day the city is your babysitter.  You are protected on Marathon Monday.

The part of that day that will stick with me the most (the part I’m insisting sticks with me the most) is the bravery exerted during the blast.  An enormous explosion, smoke everywhere, people screaming and what do some of these men nearby do?  THEY RUN TOWARDS IT!  One explosion, two explosions, they didn’t know if there were more coming!  They had no idea.  It didn’t matter because there are people in this city– in this world– who do not hesitate when a fellow human being is in trouble.  Not friend, not family member, just another person.  You’ve heard the expression, “Like a bat out of hell.”  These people ran INTO the hell.  But not like a squeaky bat, but like a hawk, or eagle.  A big bird with a lot of courage and compassion.

I realized, if there are men in this world who will sacrifice their safety to possibly save a life then for me to be heartbroken over anyone else is a waste of time.  They say there are plenty of fish in the sea, but what they don’t tell you is some of those fish are guppies.  Some are piranhas and some are clown-fish.  But if you wait, and you look really closely, you’ll notice a lot of those fish are really smart dolphins, or emotionally strong whales.  And you might be saying to me, “Danielle, those aren’t fish.  Those are mammals.”  And to that I say, “With an attitude like that, you’re gonna end up with a shrimp.”  And to that you might say, “A shrimp is a crustacean.”  And to that I say, “Boston Strong, fahk you, if it’s at the New England Aquarium it’s fair game.”

So the moral of this story is don’t try to have sex with me unless you’ve saved at least three lives.  Or, if you’re not okay with me calling you “Officer” in the process.

I’ll love you forever, Boston!  You’re my home.

wally

Please Show This To Bret Michaels

31 Mar

On Thursday, April 4th, Bret Michaels will be at Rain Nightlife in Malden.  This is a nine minute drive from my house.

With a such an intense and dedicated love for Bret Michaels, you know there’s not chance in hell I’d miss this.  Well, think again, Crock fans (Country + Rock, a term Bret Michaels himself uses.)  I will be 3,000 miles away performing stand up comedy in both Burbank and West Hollywood.

I’m worried that Bret is going to see I didn’t show up and think I don’t love him, or I didn’t care, or I made other plans.  THAT IS NOT IT AT ALL!  So here’s what I need from YOU.  You need to go to one of the following events and tell Bret Michaels that his biggest most beautiful most funny Chllean Jeweyiest fan wanted to be there to see him so badly, but some dreams are too important not the chase.  And my dream is to be a professional comedian with a rock star boyfriend.  And in this instance, I’m working on the career aspect of the dream.

Then you need to show him a really sexy photo of me and say, “This is her!  This is not photoshopped!”

If you do this for me I will be forever grateful and maybe even let you make a toast at the wedding.  Double points if you film the encounter.

April 4th 9pm-  Rain Nightlife 665 Broadway, Malden, MA

April 5th 8pm- Twin Rivers Casino 100 Twin River Rd, Lincoln, RI

New Video! From the Women in Comedy Festival

21 Mar

New Flyer with AMAZING comics!

11 Mar

Poster by Brian Glowacki

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The Vagina Monologues at MIT

8 Mar

PART 1–  The Monologue

When my good friend Noreen asked me if I would audition for the Vagina Monologues with her, my answer was immediately a definite, “Yes.”  I love performing and I strongly identify as a feminist, so a production like the Vagina Monologues seemed right up my alley.  At the audition, the producer asked me which monologue I’d like to perform.  I remembered The Little Coochie Snorcher That Could from seeing Vagina Monologues at UMass and thinking it was one of the really funny pieces.  Being a comedian, I thought it would be best to use my strengths and perform a piece with lots of jokes.

My memory is shit.  Coochie Snorcher is a seven minute monologue where the monologist gets raped twice.  TWICE.  In seven minutes.  I wasn’t completely wrong, there are a few funny likes here and there.  I was able to add a motion or two to certain lines and moments to increase the humor in the story.  But for the most part, the piece is about a girl whose vagina has been mistreated over and over.  Whether it’s her by her mother, screaming at the monologist as a five-year old telling her to, “Stop scratching your coochie snorcher!”  Or by Edgar, a ten-year old on the playground who punches the monologist square in her vagina.  Or by Alfred, her father’s best friend who comes up behind her in her father’s basement and sticks his, “big hard penis into {her} coochie snorcher.”  This girl just can’t catch a break.

One of the women from the show said to me, “I really like the way you perform Coochie Snorcher.  I’ve seen it performed before and it can be so dark.  So so dark and sad.  I like watching you do it because you make it bearable.”  It’s not an easy monologue to watch because a ten year old gets raped.  But it’s something we can’t turn off and pretend doesn’t happen.  Which brings me to how humor can get messages out.

PART 2– Rape Isn’t Funny

Being a comedian in the Vagina Monologues wasn’t easy.  ”Rape is never funny.”  (Pulls nervously at her shirt collar) Welllllllll…  I meaaaaaan…  You’re right about that.  Rape is never funny.  Jokes about rape could be funny.  As a comedian it is drilled into me day after day that nothing is off-limits.  The holocaust, 9/11, and even something as horrific and traumatic as rape can be incorporated into someone’s act.  Here’s why I think it’s okay.

 Offensive jokes and deciding whether or not to tell them is something I struggle with a lot.  And I’m still struggling.  And it’s something I would love to talk to you (yes, you!) about.  Because that’s why we do them.  So people talk about it.  We need to talk about rape.  If I come into you school or workplace and say, “We’re going to talk about rape,” people might tune out, get uncomfortable, even become defensive.  But if you’re at a comedy show and someone on stage references rape (or a part of rape culture) and makes a good point about slut-shaming, blaming the victim, or otherwise, you might actually learn something.  My newest joke is:

Last night I was at a whiskey tasting event and the host made the toast,“To the women who do, and to the women who don’t. But not to the women who say they will and don’t.” Everyone laughed. I said, “Sir, are you familiar with the term slut-shaming? A woman has the right to change her mind.” And once again feminism saves everyone from having too much fun!

Right there I’ve taught a new vocabulary word to the audience.  Slut-shaming is a real thing, it goes hand-in-hand with blaming the victim.  Is this joke about rape?  No, not really.  But here’s this one…

I don’t have a boyfriend and some days it seems like everyone is trying to set me up.  My friends, my family, my coworkers… When I blow into my rape whistle it goes, “Are you sure?”

In this joke, rape is used to heighten the intensity of how single I am.  I guess what it’s saying is, “in the event that I’m about to be raped maybe I should surrender because it’s better than being alone.”  Which to be honest kind of makes me sick.  I’m definitely torn on this issue.  That joke minimizes the severity of rape, comparing it to just an unwanted come on.

One other reason I think it’s okay to make rape jokes is because boo-ing a joke at a comedy club doesn’t reduce the risk of assault.  It doesn’t encourage any politicians to make streets safer.  It doesn’t ask judges to prosecute rapists any harsher.  It only disrupts the show.  And I know we live in a rape culture.  Where rapey lyrics in songs aren’t questioned.  Where advertisements use violent images of women to sell anything from alcohol and cigarettes to perfume and jeans.  Jokes about rape can contribute to the rape culture if the jokes are unthoughtful and used to shock value.  But I just feel if you’re going to boo somebody, boo the lawyer who helped a rapist take his victim to court to sue for custody of her baby.  That’s FUCKING INSANE and extremely serious.  Louis CK accusing a woman of liking rape is not extremely serious.  It’s funny.  Laugh at it.  And if the guy you’re watching it with laughs, but doesn’t laugh at any other jokes, maybe run away.

I remember I was with my ex boyfriend (boyfriend at the time) and I was meeting some friends of his.  We were talking about babysitters and how they make a lot of money.  My man said, “I didn’t realize how expensive it is for people with kids to go out.  Because on top of the dinner, on top of the movie, on top of the parking, you ALSO have to pay for a babysitter.”  I wanted so badly to say, “Oh man.  Is this your way of telling me I should get that abortion?”  But I refrained just due to the fact that this was a first impression and I didn’t really know these people.  I thought it was funny though, so I thought, “I’ll just tell him in the car.”  So in the car ride home I told him the joke, and he replied, “Abortion is never funny.”  I thought to myself, “Holy shit, I have to break up with this guy.”  It was such a huge turn off that this guy thought that I thought abortion was funny.  I don’t think abortion is funny at all.  I think jokes about abortion can be funny.


PART 3-  The Women

The last thing I want to mention about doing the Vagina Monologues is the women who participated in it with me.  These women are  phenomenal.  Talk about girl power, these ladies were beautiful, funny, friendly, caring, and CRAZY smart.  I mean, it’s MIT.  The majors some of these girls had I couldn’t even pronounce.  One day one of the girls went up to our chalk board in the green room.  She picked up some chalk and began writing what I could only describe as “MIT on the chalk board in Good Will Hunting gibberish.”

I asked her, “What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s this problem.  I have it stuck in my head and I just really want to solve it.”

“I see,” I said.  ”Hey, could I write a problem on the board?”  I picked up a piece of chalk.

Only 50 year old men want to date me.

I have acne.

I woke up with heart burn.

First, it made everybody laugh.  Then, it inspired everyone to write their own problems on the board.  Some of them were funny and pathetic like mine.  And some of them were more serious.  I suggested when we were done that we burn the chalk board to the ground.  But, like I said, it was a chalk board.  And that’s arson.

We had three shows.  Before our Friday night show we played a “Vagina Game.”  We went around in a circle and said either our favorite word for vagina, or demonstrated our favorite moan.  My favorite moan is, “Fuck me like you’re paying for it!”  I like it because it’s one of those moans you can only use during a recession.  Because it’s not saying, “Fuck me like it’s payday and I’m your first choice!”  It’s saying, “Fuck me like you’re down to your last dollar and it was me or a sandwich.  Eat up.”

Before our Saturday night show we went around in a circle and moaned like a celebrity.  The group had to guess whose moan it was.  When it was my turn I moaned, “Uh!  Uh!  I’mma letchu finish inside me, Kanye!”  I was, of course, Kimberly Kardashian.  My friend Noreen’s was great.  She was Oprah and screamed as she pointed, “You get to cum!  And you get to cum!  And you get to cum!”  The entire cast was hilarious and I spent most of our warm ups cracking a smile from ear to ear.

Before our Sunday afternoon show, our producer introduced something new to us.  She said, “Tell us why you are rising.”  Which meant, tell us why you’re standing up for women all over the world, and why you’re doing the Vagina Monologues.  The first third of the room gave reasons like, “Because I hate slut-shaming.”  ”Because I believe women deserve equality.”  When it was my turn I said, “Because I’m a woman in comedy and I get treated wildly different than the men.  Because I can’t tell you how many times I hear ‘women aren’t funny.’  Because I get sincerely asked who I blew to get on that show.”

The girl who spoke directly after me said, “I’m rising because I was sexually assaulted and I couldn’t tell anybody.”  Then she choked up and started to cry.  Several of the other girls ran over and gave this one a big hug.  My eyes immediately filled with tears and since I was standing right there I joined in the group hug.  It broke my heart to see this  young, smart, beautiful woman torn to pieces because some asshole couldn’t understand, “No.”  She was actually one of the girls I had connected with and I couldn’t believe she had been through that abuse.

When we regathered ourselves, the next girl spoke.  ”I was also sexually assaulted.”  For the next two thirds of the circle I would say the majority (or maybe it just felt like the majority because honestly one was too many) had a similar story.  Either it had happened to them, or their best friends.  Some were recent incidents and others had been struggling with the torment for years.  I couldn’t fight back the tears.  Nobody deserves to be victimized or made to feel unsafe.  On a college campus, at a job, or even at home.  The strength these women had to stand up for themselves was remarkable to me.  By doing the Vagina Monologues, these women took a stand and said, “What happened to me was wrong.  What happened to my best friend was wrong.  I’m not going to sit by and let it happen to anyone else’s daughter, sister, mother, or friend.  This stops now.”

Being in the Vagina Monologues was an amazing experience.  As an outsider (believe it or not I do not go to MIT) I was accepted by all cast members.  It made me think about the rights of women a lot.  But we can’t just be thinking and talking about it during February, when the Vagina Monologues are typically performed.  We need to keep talking about it, keep working on it all year long.  Because women are amazing.  Women are funny, and talented, and compassionate.  We can’t let any woman be silenced by fear.  We have to protect each other.  We have to encourage each other.  We can’t be at competition with each other.  A good friend once said, “When women say, ‘I only have guy friends.  I only hang out with guys.  I just don’t get along with girls, I’m more like one of the guys.’  I think, ‘That’s because you’re a bitch and women don’t like you.’”

Some of the things I said here may have offended you, or maybe you disagree with them, or maybe you totally agree with them and whatever you think that’s good and it’s okay.  I said it before, if you want to talk about anything I’ve said here I promise to be open minded.  You can reach me at daniellesoto617@gmail.com

Happy International Women’s Day!  Hey, how comes there’s no International Men’s Day?  Oh wait, I’m sorry, it’s tomorrow.  And the next day.  And the next day.  And the next day…

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Very excited for my first Scamps show!

7 Mar

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