Dear Man Who Catcalled Me,
Yes, I heard you.
I heard you the first time you said I was “looking good,” so there was no need to repeat yourself with increased volume. I thought my intentional indifference and quickened pace would let you know that I did not find your words flattering, but you still insisted on telling me how “fine” I was and that you “loved” me. Continue reading Cats and Dogs and #NotAllMen
To commemorate the lovely productions from this season, I’m going to be documenting my thoughts for each of the shows (hopefully). Here is the first:
In staging William Shakespeare’s genre-defying play The Winter’s Tale, companies face three main obstacles: the bear, the time, and the statue. If the production successfully addresses those problems with a coherent and committed cast, the production flourishes. Luckily for audiences at the American Shakespeare Center, guest director Jenny Bennett crafted a heartwarming and heartbreaking fairy-tale, that barely flinched at the imposing challenges. Continue reading ASC: The Winter’s Tale
Her friends complained. Her parents nagged. But she did keep a job, if nothing else. She was fine, and she said it frequently enough to convince herself, if not others. No veiled recommendations or blatant admonishments penetrated her fog of routine.
But one evening, retracing the daily path, she heard the leaves crunch.
Beneath her feet, obscuring the concrete, was a blanket of gold, cadmium, and vermilion that taunted the limitations of language. The crisp air stung her lungs. Her knit scarf soothed the wind’s bite.
She hadn’t noticed, but something broke her, to let such miracles go unnoticed.
There were so many things potentially working against the performance: the late hour, the minimal rehearsal time, not to mention the madly ambitious attempt to stage three texts of Hamlet at once. But none of that could damper the power within Jemma Levy’s Believe None of Us. Continue reading Believe None of Us
My room is a mess. I need a shower. All my clothes are dirty. I’m avoiding homework like the plague. Blackfriars Conference is over. Continue reading Consummatum Est: Blackfriars Conference 2015