The Museum of the Moving Image said on Tuesday that it will create a gallery devoted to the work of Henson, the puppeteer and artist who died in 1990, following the donation of nearly 400 puppets, costumes and other props and objects from Henson’s family.
The Museum of the Moving Image, in Astoria, Queens, which previously featured the exhibition “Jim Henson’s Fantastic World,” said in a news release that its 2,200-square-foot gallery for Henson’s work was expected to open in winter 2014-2015.
Among the works donated to the museum by the Henson family are artifacts from film and TV projects like “The Muppet Show,” “Sesame Street,” “Fraggle Rock” and “The Dark Crystal,” and about 200 puppets including Kermit the Frog, Miss Piggy, Elmo, Ernie, Bert, Count von Count, Gobo Fraggle, the Swedish Chef, and Statler and Waldorf.
States vote to take away my marriage rights, and even though I don’t want to get married, it tends to hurt my feelings. I guess what bugs me is that it was put to a vote in the first place. If you don’t want to marry a homosexual, then don’t. But what gives you the right to weigh in on your neighbor’s options? It’s like voting whether or not redheads should be allowed to celebrate Christmas.
A student blows up at a teacher, drops the F-bomb. The usual approach at Lincoln – and, safe to say, at most high schools in this country – is automatic suspension. Instead, Sporleder sits the kid down and says quietly: “Wow. Are you OK? This doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on?”
He gets even more specific: “You really looked stressed. On a scale of 1-10, where are you with your anger?” The kid was ready. Ready, man! For an anger blast to his face….”How could you do that?” “What’s wrong with you?”…and for the big boot out of school. But he was NOT ready for kindness.
The armor-plated defenses melt like ice under a blowtorch and the words pour out: “My dad’s an alcoholic. He’s promised me things my whole life and never keeps those promises.” The waterfall of words that go deep into his home life, which is no piece of breeze, end with this sentence: “I shouldn’t have blown up at the teacher.” Whoa.
Seems like every 6 months or so - maybe once a year - there is a debate about rape jokes. Here’s how it goes:
A dude tells jokes about rape or deals with hecklers in way that includes rape. A woman hears these jokes or is the heckler. She publicly states that she is upset or didn’t like the joke…
I concur with PFT: C Esposito forever.
This post says everything I think with regards to joking about taboo subjects, especially rape. Whenever this comes up I always hear people defending themselves against censorship but I never hear anyone asking a comic to be censored. All art is subject to criticism. When a comic gets on stage, he or she is asking to be judged. When a comic jokes about something taboo, we’ll stick to rape for this post, he or she must know that they are venturing into touchy territory that hurts real people on a very real level. Every comic has the right to tell whatever joke he or she wants, and every critic has the right to say why it did or didn’t work. Because rape jokes can hit at such a visceral level, the criticism of those jokes might be more emotionally charged, but the audience member or critic still has a right to challenge them.
Note: I generally do not condone heckling and I think that if someone has a problem with a joke in the moment the best thing is to wait and either discuss the issue with the comic personally or write a review that addresses the issue later. That being said, even the audience has a right to free speech but theirs can be stifled at the discretion of the club owner or manager (Actually, the comics’ right to free speech is also subject to the whims of venue management but they can and should be granted more leeway to test out material).
The bottom line is tell your jokes but expect a reaction. Isn’t a reaction what most comics are looking for anyway? If the reaction you’re getting isn’t the one you want, maybe you should reevaluate what you’re giving the audience to react against in the first place.