What I love most about Judy Gold is that she's loud. And in one bit, she likens herself to Anne Frank. This intimate exploration of Jewish mothers is rip-roaringly funny, but despite that, a number of people got up and left during the performance. I noticed that these quiet departures seemed to coincide with the moments when Judy talks about the Holocaust and its survivors. Hmmm... sometimes you have to take the good with the bad.
