FACT: I remember more about people who compliment me than people who don’t. I can’t tell you one thing about our presidential candidates but Jimmy the Sous Chef who said I have a nice ass, what do you want to know?
Often times I am the only one who remembers anything about the compliment exchange. I’ll see someone who complimented me 5 months ago and excitedly approach them with a big hug:
Me: “Benicioooooooooo how are you?”
Him: “um, good. I’m good”
Me: “Kendra. From the Brazen Head? You said I had a great speaking voice,,, you don’t remember?”
Him: “Oh. Ok. Jeez, I haven’t been to the Brazen Head in MONTHS. Good memory”
Me: “Thank you! You’re full of compliments. I love that about you. You like my new coat?”
You gotta hang on to them though, you know? People just aren’t as complimentary as they used to be. I actually hallucinated a compliment the other day. I thought the guy said “ you look lovely” to which I said “oh, thank you” as I sucked in my belly. He looked at me and said “I said Are you hungry?”. I guess I was hungry for some affirmations.
The best is the Quantifying Complimenter. The other day someone said to me “Oh Kendra, you know you have a very pretty face” (I might have made up the “very” part). I didn’t like the sounds of that, I’ll be honest. She might as well have said “Kendra, I’d like to compliment you from the bottom of your chin to the top of your head. That’s it! What I’m about to say is limited to that area and that area only. Anything from the chin down, not getting the compliment, capiche? Tell your tits and ass and whatever else you got going on, not included.” If I saw her on the street, not getting the hug. You see how I operate.
I’m starting the Mutual Admiration Society 2012 Edition. It’s gonna be my new social circle. We sit around and stroke each other’s egos. Most meetings start with me saying “OK, you go first. What do you like about me? Maybe we should spend the whole meeting on this just so I’m clear. Did I hear a “Your pretty”? You should always start with that. Can someone pass me that velvet throw? I’m chilly. Not enough fat on these bones. Right people?”
a snapshot from a Mutual Admiration Society meeting
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Thanks for listening!
Kendra is a stand up comic living in Brooklyn where she owns a super comfortable bed. She spends most of her time wondering where the hell her sugar daddy is and hoping he didn’t settle.