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LA Times Reviews Hollywood Purity Ball

The woman in the prom dress and plastic tiara heaved a heavy sigh. "It's not easy," she said, "staying pure in Los Angeles." She was standing in a creaky Mexican restaurant on La Cienega that sits next to a strip club and faces a lingerie store with pirate hussy and naughty nurse costumes in the window. The woman took a swig of her adult beverage and winked. "Sometimes, it's really hard, if you know what I mean. Sometimes, you don't even want to try."

You might bump into that same woman Saturday night at the Acapulco restaurant; like last weekend, that will be the site of a loopy event called the "Hollywood Father/Daughter Purity Ball," a feisty satire of the purity ball movement that has become a staple of evangelical communities in Bible Belt states.

A purity ball, for the uninitiated, is a formal dance where young girls (usually teens and pre-teens but sometimes as young as 6) and their fathers come as a couple and each takes a pledge to protect the daughter's virginity until her wedding night. The dads often present their gown-wearing "date" with a ring to symbolize the commitment and then everyone dines on white cake.

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Purity balls began nine years ago in Colorado Springs, Colo., and supporters praise them as lovely galas that strengthen the bond between fathers and daughters and allow the youngsters to dress up like a ballroom princess in a wholesome setting laced with Christian imagery. But there's a considerable number of outsiders who reflexively find the whole concept more than a little unsettling; the plunging necklines, slow dances and constant talk of protecting "flowers" drifts a bit too close to those child beauty pageants that another Colorado resident, JonBenet Ramsey, once competed in.

There are plenty of genuine purity balls in California, but the one at the Acapulco is not one of them. The "Hollywood Father/Daughter Purity Ball" is a bawdy spoof from a creative team that includes writer-producer Maggie Rowe, producer Laura Summer and Emmy-winning writer Jim Vallely ("Arrested Development"). Rowe has experience in tweaking born-again themes: "The Hollywood Father/Daughter Purity Ball" gets its inspiration from Christian-minded purity balls.

In 2004, she was behind "Hollywood Hell House," which presented a tongue-in-cheek adaptation of the "Hell House" script used for regional Christian haunted houses. Those real Hell Houses, an entrenched Halloween tradition in the Heartland, show gory images of the consequences of homosexuality, drug use and premarital sex.

The Hell Houses date to the early 1970s, but in recent history one of the most influential sponsors of the scare-them-straight events has been Pastor Keenan Roberts of (you guessed it) Colorado. As Rowe put it: "What is it with that state? When did it get so creepy?"

That doesn't mean that making a parody of it is fair game to everyone. Rowe's spoof show had been scheduled for the Bulgarian Cultural Center on Vermont, but late last week officials at that venue abruptly pulled the plug after learning more about the event. There was a harried search for a replacement site, which led to the closed-down Mexican restaurant. (The show got another last-minute curve ball when Bill Maher, scheduled to be the faux pastor for the show, backed out for personal reasons; Rowe said he is expected to be on stage Saturday.) Tickets are $30 and include dinner; information is at www.hollywoodpurityball.com.

The show last weekend featured a triple dose of double-entendres from the get-go. Rowe, grinning vacantly like a Stepford wife, opened the event by asking the crowd: "Who's ready to ball with me?"

The program centered on the fictitious Pilsner family, a screeching brood from Aurora, Ill., with three daughters and a son of questionable sexual orientation who, the audience is told, is fresh from Bangkok, where he does missionary work with local boys. Also on stage was Fishes With Loaves, billed as an Orange County Christian folky improv group (think Will Ferrell's acoustic shticks on "Saturday Night Live") and the slightly lascivious Pastor Larry, portrayed by comedian Larry Miller, who riffed on the most current political sex scandal. "There's no toe-tappers here," he bellowed, "but we all take a mighty wide-sized stance."

Rowe takes personal glee in lampooning the grass-roots theater of fundamentalist Christians. She grew up in Chicago in a born-again household and was constantly reminded that she must not kiss a man until her wedding day. She said the "insidious" message beneath the surface of the purity ball scene is that young girls are "property," first to their fathers, then husbands, and always to God. "Marriage is a property transfer, and these events also completely festish-ize these little girls."

It's hard to keep track of the boundaries of real-world morality with the current super-sexed cultural images out there -- even something as overt as "The Hollywood Father/Daughter Purity Ball" can be misunderstood: After the opening number last week, a song called "Saving It All for Daddy," two aghast women in the Acapulco audience got up and headed for the door. "They were in their 40s and dressed like secretaries and thought it was a real purity ball," Rowe said after the show. "On the way out, one turned to the other, and all she said was, 'I'm so sorry.' "

LA WEEKLY REVIEWS THE HOLLYWOOD PURITY BALL!

LA Weekly

GO THE HOLLYWOOD FATHER/DAUGHTER PURITY BALL Guests are greeted warmly at the door by Jesus-loving folks in full prom regalia assaulting you with questions about whether you're a “primary” or “secondary” virgin. A primary gets exalted with praise, “Oh my, never touched by a man (or woman)!” Don’t bother blushing; their smiles are as genuine as their devoutness. Co-producers Laura Summer and Maggie Rowe (also a co-writer/performer) poke fun at the wildly growing tradition of Purity Balls hosted by evangelical Christians. Girls as ripe as 4 years old pledge their virginity to their fathers in a promlike atmosphere. Co-writers Rowe and Jim Valley simultaneously entertain and educate the audience on the ritual. Abstinence is the answer in this interactive production of dance, dining and song. Wait, are we in the Bible Belt? Oh no, this is Hollywood, where a call for purity is most needed. Terry Pilser (Jonathan Schmock), a father of three girls, holding his middle and oldest daughter tightly, cries out, “Wouldn’t Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears reap benefits from this ball?” Pilsner leads the lighthearted variety show of live music and song (by Gary Stockdale), with performances by the Regal Purity Ballet Troupe (choreographed by Kimmy Robertson) and the band Fishes and Loaves (though I swear I heard the name slip as “Fishes and Hoes”). DJ Savey-Save (Jack Rudy) lights up the night with Backstreet Boys beats as guests carouse the bar and feed on appetizers, free to admire a banner proclaiming, “Just because I’ve closed my legs doesn’t mean I’ve closed my mind!” Next week, Reverend Bill Maher is the keynote speaker. Prom apparel is required. ACAPULCO RESTAURANT, 385 N. La Cienega Blvd., W. Hlywd.; Sat., Sept. 15, 8 p.m. (323) 960-5771. (Sophia Kercher)

Purity Ball Photos

Snippets from the First Annual Hollywood (certainly not Holywood) Father/Daughter Purity Ball

Me with only pure thoughts and the rockin' Bryson Jones:

Two stars of the show- the once Funny Boy, always funny man Jonathan Schmock and forever young Katie Walder:

The venerable "Reverend" Larry Miller oversees the Father/Daughter vows:

Stay Pure, Hollywood!

Pure Threads

Earlier this morning about 12:30 AM I was walking down La Cienega Blvd by myself. I was wearing an early 70's baby blue prom dress with floral print Doc Martens. I had fake arm tattoos - a couple ornate crosses, a couple elaborate hearts, one with "Dad" penned aboved it, one with "Jesus". I have a #4 clippered buzz cut. I also had a tiara but I bagged it - a little too much for walking past Trashy Lingerie and Norm's in the middle of the night? Besides, I'd had it on for the last several hours and it pinched. It hurts being pure.

It was the First Annual Hollywood Father/Daughter Purity Ball"! After very little prep and rehearsal, and being kicked out of the original space four days before opening, it went off pretty well. The Bulgarian Cultural Center apparently isn't into purity! Along with the two girls who actually thought they were going to a REAL Purity Ball, only two other people walked out. The LA Times critic seemed to be having a great time and the producers were drained and happy after all was sung and done.

Passing Norm's in my purity afterglow, I had a flashback to a night in 1983. I was out "clubbing" with a handful of gay boys and when you are young the next stop for fuel after all the drinking and dancing is food not sleep. Tiny Naylor's, a googie drive-in diner on the corner of La Brea and Sunset was closing for demolition. A crime. That intersection now has three mini malls and a gas station. They were in the last days of operation, serving around the clock, with prices on every menu item going backwards daily from 83 cents, the year of closure - to 49 cents, the year they opened. I think we were there on around 63 cents day.

We'd piled into a booth and enjoyed our corned beef hash and streak and eggs... At the end of the meal I used the restroom which was actually an outhouse behind the restaurant. We had two cars of people, all heading back to crash at Guy's house. When I came out of the bathroom, everybody was gone. Each carload thought I was with the other. There were no cell phones back then.

Now, being caught up in whatever fashion trends came my way in that horrendous decade of fashion, I was dressed like I was desperately seeking Madonna crossed with Boy George crossed with a one-gloved Michael Jackson. I also probably had the same crew cute as I do today but with a neck drape mullet.

Until I could call the guys (from a thing they called a pay phone) I was forced to hang outside in the parking lot where cars were still being served by car-hops . A young couple drove up and saw me and asked if I was hungry. "No, I'm just waiting for somebody." Apparently they didn't believe me. They asked again if I was sure they couldn't bring me something. They had a sad look in their eyes. I realized then they thought I was homeless. I was good natured at this point but annoyed. Especially annoyed when they came back after eating with a go-bag in hand and asked me AGAIN! "Seriousy! I just ate!" Jesus!"

Speaking of Jesus...
Young ladies, stop dressing like sluts or people are going to think you are one.
And don't forget -stay Pure!