Maeve and Aggie Widfeldt’s Bits in Pieces! isn’t just a comedy sketch show — it’s an informative and entertaining course on the bleak absurdity of women’s healthcare.

The moment we step into the Cavern Club, we’re enrolled. Handouts and goodie bags (courtesy of Endo Warriors) wait on every seat — because yes, this is educational comedy, and some of us (looking at you, male audience members) clearly need the notes. 

The show kicks off with an anatomy lesson turned surreal spectacle, complete with gloriously unhinged props and costumes. The giant vulva headpiece deserves its own standing ovation — I kind of want one as a conversation starter!

Aggie dives into her own harrowing story first, weaving in audience participation to crank the absurdity to new heights.

But it’s Mave’s globe-trotting saga — from dismissive doctors to baffled specialists — that really lands like a sucker-punch. Her delivery is sharp, every pause and eye-roll calibrated for impact.

Aggie’s material is just as vital, though at times her pacing feels a tad gentler – possibly her teacher background coming through.

Mave’s segments simmer with barely contained frustration, especially when she reveals the punchline we all saw coming: doctors still don’t have a clue.

The real star of the night is the clever use of sketch and props. An apple corer becomes an instrument of visceral dread, a ‘salad’ is concocted as a cure with a snake oil feel, and a medical cabinet spills over with tragicomic evidence of systemic neglect. This step outside of Aggie and Mave’s usual stand-up wheelhouse keeps the energy high and engaging throughout.

Their stories aren’t just punchlines — they’re a punch straight to the uterus. Fertility struggles, careers derailed, relationships strained — all delivered with a grin so sharp you almost miss the rage beneath. Yet somehow, the mood stays buoyant. Even the period simulator (more men should volunteer as a learning opportunity) is both amusing and low-key revolutionary. 

By the end, I’m flushed with recognition (we’ve all been gaslit by a GP), but also weirdly… hopeful?

Bits in Pieces! turns despair into something galvanizing, and does it with jokes that land like a speculum clattering onto a clinic floor. More people need to see this—especially the ones in white coats.

I hope this show will evolve into something even sharper. Mave and Aggie have carved out a vital space for feminist healthcare comedy, and I hope they keep refining it. With more performance polish (a few pacing tweaks here, improving or dropping an impression that didn’t really land), their already-brilliant material could land with even greater force. But let’s be clear: the urgency of their message is undeniable. More stages, bigger audiences — this is the kind of educational outrage we need.

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