All that matters
March 23rd, 2007 → Leave a comment
So, many of you have been asking whether or not I’ll be having a nervous breakdown on reality tv in the next few months. The answer is….
Don’t know. The offer is in my hands. But it doesn’t look like I will.
It would mean cancelling my run in NY and my run in LA. And jumping tracks in my life. My show is going really well. I have so many tour dates set and by June, I expect to be fully booked into Summer of next year. Before I left LA, I took in a meeting at a major TV network to pitch some shows at them. I’m also being packaged by a production company for a talk show idea that’s totally aligned with my art and politics. It all happened really randomly.
Turning down a chance to shame my family name on television (as opposed to embarassing them on stages for much smaller audiences, or on the internet) won’t be the end of me. I have a lot of great options open to me.
What matters is now. My reality. I have been in Philly all week fighting off demon thoughts about reality TV and what it might and might not do for me, and working on this live show about the demon thoughts in my head.
So let’s plug the show that matters shall we? Please pass the word!
I’m in the Philly City Paper this week.
The article is below…
Wong Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
Fri.-Sat., March 23-24, 8 p.m., Painted Bride Art Center, 230 Vine St.
by Mickey Jou
Published: Mar 20, 2007
Kristina Wong’s one-woman show addresses the high rate of mental illness and suicide among Asian-American women, but don’t expect the Los Angeles-based performer to offer a cut-and-dried explanation. “I’m not a brochure,” says Wong. “It’s more complicated than that. We’re all nuts. We’re living in a world that’s so crazy. To just say some people are more chemically imbalanced … I don’t know.” During the performance, Wong’s character knits, inviting the audience to knit with her and trying to convince everyone that, really, she’s fine. Her sweater, which unravels slowly but surely over the course of her monologue, suggests otherwise. The set’s backdrop, a giant patchwork of unfinished knitting projects, adds to the off-kilter atmosphere. Originally, Wong planned to make these projects herself, but realizing it would take too much time, she sent out a call for help; in return, she got scores of women eager to volunteer both their half-knitted sweaters and their sad tales. “People were driving me crazy with their stories about [depression and suicides],” says Wong. “I [myself] would knit to stay calm.” While talking to these women did not provide “the answer,” their excitement to share showed Wong “how few places there are for people to be honest.” People can look like they have it together, she says, but on the inside they’re unraveling. “We are good at lying to ourselves and to each other, spinning yarns to survive.”
Fri.-Sat., March 23-24, 8 p.m., $20, Painted Bride Art Center, 230 Vine St., 215-925-9914, www.paintedbride.org.