During the last election cycle, I happened to be taking a comedy sketch writing course. I know, right??
Thank you, Universe…
The satire assignment just happened to line up with Rick Santorum’s comments that sometimes God has terrible timing. He was referring, of course, to fetuses (feti?) conceived in rape.
So then I wrote a musical called “Fetus Schmetus.” A puppet musical, I should say.
As originally conceived (ha!), the puppets would be fetuses communicating with one another from the wombs of their various mothers, each with a different opinion on the matter.
But we had zero budget. Ok, we had $20. So I had to tweak the concept a bit. Ok, a lot.
A Word from The Author: I am pro-choice — a woman has dominion over the contents of her uterus. I use my uterus, mainly, for sarcasm.
What hit the stage was this:
Thank you to all the actors and writers of The Marshmallow Overthrow. Our next show should be called Toasted: The Return of The Marshmallow Overthrow.