{"id":9358,"date":"2026-06-23T11:33:00","date_gmt":"2026-06-23T11:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/?p=9358"},"modified":"2026-06-28T19:10:24","modified_gmt":"2026-06-28T19:10:24","slug":"this-is-the-part-where-you-clap","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/?p=9358","title":{"rendered":"This is the Part Where you Clap"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>She had a system. Every critique that ever brushed against her life got processed, fermented, and poured back out as a stage monologue. A booker asking her to shorten the set became a tale of artistic oppression. A producer suggesting a different tempo turned into an allegory about patriarchal timekeeping. A friend asking if she was okay got repackaged as proof that women are punished for being \u201ctoo much.\u201d From the stage, she saw herself as brave. A truth-teller with a keyboard and a merch table. She assumed the audience felt the same heat she did, that they recognized the injustice and were ready to march.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What they actually saw was someone shadowboxing with emails. They didn\u2019t know the villains in her stories. They had no emotional investment in the phrasing of \u201cmaybe next time.\u201d Instead, what they saw was scale. A raised eyebrow treated like a police raid. Mild feedback inflated into an international incident.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What she never clocked was the mercy of the crowd. They hadn\u2019t rejected her. They hadn\u2019t challenged her version. They simply declined to enter it. On the walk home, people weren\u2019t thinking about unfairness. They were thinking about how strange it is to confuse criticism with persecution, and how loudly adulthood sometimes announces itself by refusing to arrive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She had a system. Every critique that ever brushed against her life got processed, fermented, and poured back out as a stage monologue. A booker asking her to shorten the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/?p=9358\" class=\"more-link\">[&hellip;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"Layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[900],"tags":[],"class_list":["entry","author-rockbob","post-9358","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-tales"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9358","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9358"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9358\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9358"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9358"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bobwiseman.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9358"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}