What’s the opposite of a trigger warning? Straight White Men could have one on the cover of its program: CAUTION: Faintly sensitive topics handled extremely gingerly.

In Korean-American playwright Young Jean Lee’s one-act play, three brothers and their father gather (in scenic designer Jennifer Zeyl’s pitch-perfect rec-room set) over Christmas to banter, bicker, reminisce, horse around, share wonderfully dorky inside jokes and indulge in a great deal of dancing-like-no-one’s-watching. Whole production numbers, in fact. Imagine a Venn diagram with three circles labeled Actual White Guys, Parodies of White Guys and Parodies of People’s Stereotypes of White Guys; Lee’s portrayals of the four men—Matt, Jake, Drew and father Ed, played by Washington Ensemble Theatre’s Frank Boyd, Andy Buffelen, Sam Turner and David S. Klein, respectively—lie somewhere in the central overlap. 

Lee does have a prodigious imagination for coming up with out-of-left-field character traits; Ed, for example, is obsessed with puffins. Eventually it transpires, after a lot of tomfoolery, that Matt’s slackerism is becoming an early midlife crisis. The cause is diagnosed as white male guilt, and a discussion of the concept ensues—a salutary one, in which Jake, among other accusations and revelations, gets candid about his employers’ hideous treatment of women and minorities, from which he admits he’s benefited. The framing device for the whole thing is two people of color, Person in Charge 1 and Person in Charge 2 (WET’s Nina Williams-Teramachi and Nicholas Japaul Bernard), one a trans person, the other a flamboyant gender-bender, who act as stagehands and commenters.

For addressing issues that theater ought to address, Straight White Men gets an A, though its self-consciousness does distance it a fair amount. You get the feeling that the show thinks it’s more incendiary than it really is, especially in the context of the Seattle arts world; it’s impossible to imagine any Capitol Hill theatergoer being truly shaken up by it. Or anyone to the left of Mike Pence, for that matter. 

Sara Porkalob directed not only this show, but the concurrent Peerless at ArtsWest. (And, unbelievably, she’s also preparing to star in Dragon Baby, the next chapter in her ongoing one-woman stage memoir, running Jan. 31–Feb. 3 at 18th & Union.) Peerless is sharper, funnier, more wicked and considerably more discomfiting; comedy can’t get much blacker. New York-based playwright Jiehae Park borrowed Macbeth’s examination of the ruthless hunger for power, and its aura of the supernatural, to send up Asian-American academic ambition, with the coveted prize admission to an exclusive college rather than a Scottish kingdom.