I'm not saying if you sit in the front row of a Katherine Ryan gig you will be torn apart. I am saying be prepared to laugh along when she suggests you try out a Beyonce move that has the potential to unsex your male partner. Hey maybe even try it out when you get home!
But harassing the audience is not really the aim of Katherine's show. Instead she talks about being a single mother, the father of her child who she is totally, definitely friends with - in front of her daughter, the cult of celebrity and how teens today grow up with social media.
Katherine is one of those comics who tells it like it is - whether or not 'like it is' is particularly palatable. This is not some 80s style 'didja ever notice..?' set. It's actually an angry 'why are we allowing this to happen?' under the guise of light pop culture critique.
It's like flicking through Heat magazine and accidentally stumbling upon a feminist essay.
The blurb for Katherine's show goes: "The product of a strict Irish father and a glitzy Canadian 'stage mom', Katherine Ryan won neither friends nor pageant titles growing up. Try as she might to shed her questionable perspectives and super sparkly nature, she's not sure we can ever truly escape our childhood indoctrinations." We don't, perhaps, escape our childhood indoctrinations but Katherine definitely helped us notice them.
In between celebrity chat Katherine talks about abortion, her divorce and infidelity. It's like flicking through Heat magazine and accidentally stumbling upon a feminist essay. And liking it.