Stand-up about how to survive in an age of anxiety, where men are afraid to be men, and children require education in the womb; about funny and sad absurdities of life, love and work, where even a Lysaped is a symbol of loss of control. There is a lot of irony about yourself and the country, where every stone in your shoe is a small revolution, and sexism and faith look like anecdotes on the verge of a nervous breakdown. If you're tired of pathos and want to see a man trying to understand himself and the world without losing his sense of humor and bitter observation, this is your ticket.
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