SATURDAY  03.02.02  16:54  EST

I love circus people. Specifically the Bindlestiff Family Circus people. And more specifically yet, the Bindlestiff circus women. I feel faint. I think I'm in love.

Went to the Buckaroo Bindlestiff's Wild West Gender Bender Jamboree last nite at the Present Company Theater. I'd heard a lot about them, but had never gotten around to seeing them. From what I understand, this show was a bit more tame than previous seasons (no flame throwing penises or plate spinning vaginas), but to me, no less jaw-dropping. And -yes- there were boobies.

I won't bore you with a labored play by play, blow by blow account, but I will ask you to consider this: Why aren't there more circus people in the work place? Imagine a contortionist, hula-hooping designer. A fire breathing, acrobatic creative director. A sword swallowing, whip cracking project manager. A knife throwing receptionist precariously dangling by her feet from a corde lisse trapeze.

Think about it.

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