At a co-worker’s desk, I had just finished an impromtu meeting about web software and we had decided to use a scaled-down-and-dirty app that had just enough options for us to be happy.

Co-worker: So that’s the one.

Me: Yup. But it’s not pretty. We need to put lipstick on that pig.

As soon as I blurted that out (a might bit too loud, I think) I’m suddenly painfully aware of my surroundings. Did I offend someone?

I can see how it could be misconscrewed to be sexist but I don’t consider it so. Having been around drag queens and kings, done special effects makeup and lived with a super-vain boyfriend, I don’t equate cosmetics strictly with women. I only see the ridiculousness of a farm animal wearing lipstick.

I think improv class is really testing my boundaries. Especially when it comes with taboo comedy. Last night I suggested a scene where two people were workers in an abattoir. Both of the actors poo-pooed the suggestion. One was vegan the other had lived out by the now defunct slaughterhouse near Parkdale. Bah! More experience to draw from, I say.