Over the course of a very entertaining hour, Prashasti Singh reckons with her relationship to femininity and womanhood, while discussing childhood, dating, aging, and self-help podcasts.
Although it may seem like Singh is rehashing topics that have been covered to death in stand-up comedy, she brings an individual and hilarious flair. The content of the show is largely cynical and pessimistic but is delivered in an energetic and playful manner. From the very beginning, Singh’s biting but good-humoured crowd work reassures the audience that they are in safe hands and primes them for the sardonic humour to come.
The show’s cynicism is tempered by descriptions of Singh’s (attempted) self-reflection and self-improvement, which is the source of some of the funniest material. From Singh’s therapist giving bizarrely unhelpful advice, to niche and conflicting self-help podcasts, Singh’s efforts to self-improve are continually foiled.
There are plenty of references to Indian culture, which are explained succinctly and humorously for audience members who don’t get them. For example, Singh quickly fills the audience in on who Indian actress turned right-wing politician Kangna Ranaut is, with the help of a visual aid. Similarly, Singh’s efforts to abstractly translate a Hindi word for an emotion that has no direct English translation is extremely funny.
With her effortlessly likeable personality and delightfully cynical outlook, Prashasti Singh delivers a thoroughly entertaining hour of comedy that is absolutely worth watching.
Prashasti Singh: Divine Feminine runs until 20th December, with tickets available at https://sohotheatre.com/
Reviewer: Charles Edward Pipe
Reviewed: 16th December 2025
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