If Ann Coulter had a button to press that would instantly kill all the homosexuals from the face of the earth, I bet she wouldn't hesitate to do it. Okay, maybe that was too harsh. Maybe she'd do what every compassionate conservative would do: she'd consider just where and when to hold the press conference first. Theeen, she'd press the button.

I think that for the ultra-right wing conservatives, gays are not human. We're just deviant animals, not worthy of living, let alone in fabulously furnished high-rises with a sunset view. Sometimes I think that if we had the Holocaust all over again, the URWCs wouldn't find it too hard to herd the gays into the gas chambers — all they have to do is stage a musical in it and we'd all line up and buy tickets.

(But seriously, if these URWCs want to do this homo-slaughter properly, they should disguise the gas chamber as a Prada store with a clearance sale of unbelievable magnitude. The sale has to be to-die-for, or else don't bother thinking that gays are going to die. Sure, maybe a few heteros, some metrosexuals will get caught in the carnage, but that's just the price of morality isn't it?)

I mean, take my best friend Joe. He didn't find it hard at all to get group discount tickets to Wicked. He needed 20 people. He got 35 without even trying. All he had to do was go to that gayest of gay places: the gym.

There were more muscled gym bunnies there than at a gay Easter parade. It was funny to see the flurry of excitement as gays hopped over barbells, skipped past the pec deck, and jumped over the hairy, sweaty fat mound doing sit-ups to get discount tickets. And twenty minutes later, Joe was done.

Yeah, it was quick and painless, plus we got discounted tickets to the hottest show in town. God knows what would've happened if he'd gone to a leather bar and yelled "Ballet tickets!" instead. People would've gotten hurt in the stampede for sure — not to worry, that's just foreplay to them.

Wicked is based on the novel by Gregory Maguire about the life of the Wicked Witch of the West before Dorothy came to Oz.

The Oriental Theatre in Chicago, with its baroque décor featuring gargoyles and semi-nude Roman figures seemed perfect for this show. There was an enormous animated dragon with fiery red eyes mounted above the stage and extended over the orchestra. The sets had the inner workings of a old clock, gears and hardware, interspersed with more cartoonish elements. It was cool, but I had expected it to be more outlandish, more Cheesecake Factory, so I was a tad disappointed.