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"Andrea Martin's Lady Parts"


Friday, September 4, 2015

Stage and screen star, SCTV alumnus and Tony/Gemini/Emmy-winning actress, comedienne and now memoirist Andrea Martin has a few confessions to make. She hasn’t read The Goldfinch (she’s a little off books these days) she’d rather chat with telemarketers than write, and every two months she flies to Atlanta to get her hair done. She knits, likes using the F word, is pretty sure that she wasn’t a perfect mother, hates being called perky and nothing, but nothing, makes her laugh like a rumba-dancing dog in a pink tuxedo.

Oh, and one more thing. Brace yourself. She. Is. Not. Canadian.

She’s not Greek, either. And she’s not even a little bit Jewish (she’s just “good at it”). But take a few deep yoga breaths and let it go. Because it’s hard to be mad at “Canada’s favourite illegitimate child” for even a sentence or two of Andrea Martin’s Lady Parts. And why would you even want to be? After all, she’s been making us laugh for over 40 years. We practically owe her a passport and a vote in the upcoming election. Just don’t call her perky or you’re likely to get a swift swat on the arm with Edith Prickley’s handbag.

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David Jones said…
As a huge fan of of Andrea Martin's multitude of characters, your revelation that she is not Canadian has left me more or less speechless.

Now I have at least an inkling of how Pirini Scleroso must feel.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I have some tidying up to do.
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