Nein, Nein, Nein! One Man’s Tale of Depression, Psychic Torment, and a Bus Tour of the Holocaust
ONE TIME, AT A friend’s 50th birthday party, I appeared in a black unitard and heels, cued up the music, and performed Beyoncé’s dance to “Single Ladies.” I did the bit because I knew it was foolproof: just the sight of me in the unitard (I am neither young, nor slim, nor shapely in the way of Queen B) was sure to provoke laughs, and it didn”t matter whether the routine was good or not-the setup…
