“Every vagina should be like a bank account,” Mo Mandel asserts. Prolific? Revolutionary? Offensive? I don’t know, but it’s definitely provocative. Correct me if I’m wrong, but if you’re a feminist or a proud female, you might be angry about the previous statement right now. However, open your mind and listen to Mo Mandel’s latest album, The M Word because it’s a delightful tangent from political correctness. Something we all need from time to time. Especially as we approach the holidays with all the ham dinners and annoying relatives.
Mo comes out to start the album fired up as he yells “jokey time!” and invokes a sort of childish excitement into the listener. He then goes on to discuss the “two-drink minimum” rule at comedy clubs, and later mentions the difficulties of being Jewish in Germany; it’s expensive. He’s frustrated with getting older as he watches his moron friends have children or get married. In addition, he’s disgusted with his older body. “Remember how hot you were when you were seven?” He asks the audience. We think it, Mo says it.
Interestingly, Mo wishes he could have sex with a robot. Not for pleasure, but rather, for a diagnostic print-out of his sexual performance. He imagines the results of his robot’s test. “Oh, I’m a 6! That’s pretty solid, and at the bottom, it says I get 50% off bread! That’s a nice coupon. I’ll take that.”
While Mandel’s topics are not always overtly political, they are definitely human and down to earth. After all, he believes that political correctness is a conversation killer in the United States, though he does feel misread since he bought a used car. “Everyone assumes I’m political because I bought a used car that already had bumper stickers on it […] Screw it, I’m against abortion.”
Overall, The M Word is a fun album and definitely worth the listen. Mandel’s words are true and uniquely American, though harsh and hilarious. I tried not to laugh out loud on my train ride home from work, but at times, could not help it. I’m sure the people around me wondered what the hell I was smiling at. Well, I’m here to tell them, it was Mo Mandel’s latest album. Hopefully, they read this.