Hot Girls Don’t Poo

If you’ve never considered defecation an act of defiance, you’re about to get your mind blown. Hot Girls Don’t Poo is an absurdist feminist romp that splatters the walls of polite society with equal parts wit, slapstick, and social commentary. Presented by Brisbane comedy duo The Sh*t Stirrers (Madeline Armit and Tai Kane-Potaka), the show takes the taboo of female bodily functions and turns it into a full-blown (and gloriously ridiculous) rebellion.

In this surreal world, “Hot Girls Don’t Poo” is not just a slogan: it’s the law. The story follows two rebellious femmes, Ophelia Janus (Madeline Armit) and No. Tūtae (Tai Kane-Potaka), as they set out to dismantle the regime of bodily repression, one fart joke at a time. Beneath the nonstop toilet humour lies a deeply political core: this is theatre that demands you look beyond the story to the statement. Behind the puns and plungers is a potent critique of how femme bodies are policed, sanitised, and controlled by societal expectations.

The narrative plays out like an absurd romantic comedy filtered through a Brechtian lens. Armit and Kane-Potaka use voiceover, mime, and stylised physical comedy to alienate the audience just enough to keep them thinking as well as laughing. In several clever sequences, the actors mime to pre-recorded dialogue; a technique that not only heightens the absurdity but underscores the artificiality of the roles women are expected to perform. The sound design in these sections is particularly impressive; each character voice and comically over-the-top sound effect is perfectly timed, suggesting hours of meticulous audio editing behind the scenes.

As performers, Armit and Kane-Potaka are a joy to watch. Their energy is unrelenting whether they’re dancing, miming, mock-fighting, or embodying characters that are equal parts grotesque and glamorous, their chemistry is electric. Both have wonderfully expressive faces and a command of physical comedy that rivals seasoned clowns. Their teamwork and timing are razor-sharp, particularly in moments where chaos threatens to overtake control.

It’s also worth applauding their fearlessness. This show demands complete physical commitment, and both actors throw themselves into every movement, sound, and splash with wild abandon. The choreography and staging are bold yet deliberate, using the space effectively to maintain a sense of momentum even as the narrative veers into delirious nonsense.

The first half of the show delivers an avalanche of gross-out humour that keeps the audience giggling (and occasionally gasping). After the initial wave of shock and laughter, the momentum does wane a little. The jokes feel less outrageous as the novelty wears off, but by that point, the performers have successfully laid the groundwork for the show’s deeper political payload. It’s a balancing act between comedy and commentary, and while the balance occasionally tips toward excess, that’s part of the charm: this is messy, chaotic, and proudly unfiltered theatre.

Lighting is used effectively and combined with the punchy sound cues and precise choreography, these production elements create a cohesive, high-energy experience that’s hard to look away from, even when you might want to!

Hot Girls Don’t Poo is not a play for the faint of heart (or the weak of stomach) but it’s a triumph of gutsy feminist theatre disguised as toilet humour. Beneath the silliness lies sharp social critique, fearless physicality, and a refusal to conform to anyone’s expectations of what “women’s theatre” should be. If you’re open to a night of base humour with a higher purpose, and don’t mind getting a little dirty in the process, this is a show worth flushing your inhibitions for.

Kitty Goodall

Photography by Kitty Goodall