I hosted a show at Gotham Comedy Club last night, in the same downstairs space in which my husband and I will be co-headlining on March 26. I hadn’t hosted in a little bit but the producers are solid guys and generally pack out the room. I was looking forward to it.
At one point, I mentioned that I’m pregnant and a woman yelled out from the crowd:
Admittedly, I’m not showing a LOT. I can even hide it pretty well if I want to. As my friend Susan put it, “No one’s going to be giving up their seat on the subway for you.”
But prove it? What did she want me to do? Pee on a stick and hand it to her? Lift up my shirt and show her my belly band covering the unbuttoned button to my skinny jeans?
“I’m not lifting up my shirt for you people. That’s just weird and inappropriate.”
I mentioned that I’m married and a guy yelled out:
“WHERE’S YOUR HUSBAND?”
What the HELL?
“He’s also a comic so he’s performing elsewhere tonight.”
A hush fell over the crowd.
“I love the silence that just took over the room. ‘What? You guys marry each other? How does that work?’ It doesn’t happen often but it does happen.”
The comics laughed at that one.
I’m just stunned, truly. I’ve encountered some SERIOUSLY weird shit in the almost seven year I’ve been doing stand-up but this took the cake. At my first open mic, a drunk male comic in the back told me to take my shirt off. I then squeezed my left one (over my shirt) and the room went both silent and rapt. It never occurred to me – not in a million years – that a WOMAN would heckle my pregnancy.
That’s a first.