Hannah Gadsby: Nanette Page #2

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The main part, the

centerpiece, of that show,

was coming out to my family,

and particularly my mom.

Because my mom is very funny.

She lives a comedy better

than I can ever write it.

Her response to me coming out,

when I told her I was

a little bit lesbian...

Baby steps.

Her response... was this.

She's just gone,"Oh, Hannah.

Why did you have to tell me that?

That's not something I need to know.

I mean, what if I told

you I was a murderer?"

It's still funny.

And it's a fair call. Murderer.

Murderer.

You would hope that's a phase.

Real jokes.

But I reckon I've been

slacking off in recent years

with my lesbian content.

I don't think I've been

representing my people

as much as I should be.

You know, last year, my grandma

asked me if I had a boyfriend.

And I realized, in that moment,

that I'd... quite forgotten...

to come out to Grandma.

I thought I'd...

I remember it being on my to-do list.

I thought, "I'll wait till

it comes up in conversation."

But it never does.

But finally it did.

But I did not take the opportunity!

No, I deflected it like a real man.

I said, "No...

No, Grandma.

No, I don't have time for boyfriends."

Plural.

Confident, wasn't I? "But

if I had time, heaps!"

And she said, "Ah, well, you never know.

One day you might walk around

the corner, and there he'll be!"

"Mr. Right," she called him.

And I have been approaching

every corner with caution

since then.

No offense to Mr. Right,

if you are out there.

But you're also Mr. Very Very Too Late.

'Cause I've done quite a lot of

work on this lesbian situation here

and I don't imagine I've got a

tight turning circle on identity.

Imagine the feedback.

Not enough lesbian content.

Do you know what I reckon my problem is?

I don't lesbian enough.

Not in the scheme of

my existence. Not a lot.

I mean, I keep my hand in.

Bit of lesbian content there.

I'll be sprinkling it

throughout the show.

Keep your feedback forms to yourselves.

No, I mean, if you were to plot

my week, I don't... Not a lot.

Not a lot of lesbian-ing... gets done.

I cook dinner more. I cook

dinner way more than I lesbian.

But nobody every introduces me

as "that chef comedian," do they?

Not enough lesbian content.

I should quit. I'm a disgrace.

What sort of comedian can't

even make the lesbians laugh?

Every comedian ever.

That's a good joke, isn't it? Classic.

It's bulletproof, too.

Very clever, because it's funny...

because it's true.

The only people who don't think

it's funny... are us lezzers...

But we've got to laugh...

because if we don't...

proves the point.

Checkmate.

Very clever joke.

I didn't write that.

That is not my joke.

It's an old... An oldie.

Oldie but a goldie. A classic.

It was written, you know, well

before even women were funny.

And back then, in the good old days,

lesbian meant something

different than it does now.

Back then, lesbian

wasn't about sexuality,

a lesbian was just any

woman not laughing at a man.

"Why aren't you laughing? What are

you? Some kind of lesbian?" Classic.

"Go on. You gotta laugh. Lighten up.

Stop taking everything so seriously!

F***ing learn to take a

joke. You need to lighten up.

I'll tell you what you need to

lighten up. You need a good dicking.

Get a cock up you! Drink

some jizz! You know?"

Actual advice?

It's counterproductive.

I do think I have to quit comedy though.

And seriously. I know it's

probably not the forum...

to make such an announcement, is it?

In the middle of a comedy show.

But I have been questioning...

you know, this whole comedy thing.

I don't feel very

comfortable in it anymore.

You know... over the past year,

I've been questioning

it, and reassessing.

And I think it's healthy for

an adult human to take stock,

pause and reassess.

And when I first started doing

the comedy, over a decade ago,

my favorite comedian was Bill Cosby.

There you go. It's very

healthy to reassess, isn't it?

And I built a career out

of self-deprecating humor.

That's what I've built my career on.

And... I don't want to do that anymore.

Because, do you understand...

... do you understand

what self-deprecation means

when it comes from somebody who

already exists in the margins?

It's not humility.

It's humiliation.

I put myself down in order to speak,

in order to seek permission... to speak.

And I simply will not do that anymore.

Not to myself or anybody

who identifies with me.

And if that means that my comedy

career is over, then so be it.

I got a letter... on Facebook recently.

And I say "letter," 'cause

I'm very bold. Controversial.

But I call it a letter, because it said,

"Dear Hannah," comma, new line...

Bit of feedback.

And it said, "You owe

it to your community

to come out as transgender."

All jokes aside, I really do want

to do my best by my community.

I really do. But that

was new information to me.

I'm not...

I don't identify as

transgender. I don't.

I mean, I'm clearly

"gender not normal," but...

I don't think even lesbian is

the right identity fit for me,

I really don't. I may

as well come out now.

I identify... as tired.

I'm just tired.

There is too much hysteria around gender

from you gender-normals.

You're the weirdos. You're

a bit f***ing hysterical.

You're a bit weird, a bit

uptight. You need to get a grip.

You gender-normals...

Seriously, calm down, gender-normals.

Get a grip.

"No, a man in a dress,

that's f***ing weird!"

No, it's not. You know what's

weird? Pink headbands on bald babies!

That's weird.

I mean, seriously, would

you put a bangle on a potato?

No, that's organic. I

paid a lot for that potato.

Of course I understand

why parents do it.

Clearly they're sick and tired...

of their beautiful baby girl...

being mistaken for a boy baby

because of the no hair

situation. I understand that.

But the thing is, I don't

assume bald babies are boys.

I assume they're angry feminists,

and I treat them with respect.

How about this?

How about we stop

separating the children

into opposing teams from day dot?

How about we give them, I dunno,

seven to ten years to

consider themselves...

on the same side?

Did you know human men and human

women have more in common...

than they don't? Did you know that?

I don't think many people do know that

because we always

focus on the difference.

The difference between men and women.

They're very different. Now,

dogs are heaps different to...

"Men and women are very different.

We're from different planets!"

Men are from Mars, and

women are for his penis.

Here's an idea. I say we get rid of

pink and give all the babies blue.

I've thought about this and it's not

because blue is a masculine color.

'Cause that... is false.

I love that people go, "Blue,

yeah, a very masculine color.

Very reliable.

Very rational color, blue.

Yeah, you can trust blue.

It's why we've got it on flags.

Lot of blue on flags. Navy

blue. Everyone trusts a boat."

Blue, if anything, is a feminine color.

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