Ben Brantley's joke about the Broadway musical was deemed transphobic.
It's hard to imagine this many years later, but I remember seeing the show back then, in the theater's space on 22nd street
Nearly every woman I know has a story of being harassed, followed, threatened, frightened or raped. In 100 percent of these cases these women, however they may have been dressed, whatever state of sobriety or inebriation they were in, whether they were "slatternly" or well-groomed, were not "asking for it."
I should have told interns to aim high. Instead, I flatly rejected your requests to write reviews for me, even at my last
Playwright Jonathan Tolins' comedic gem has, in addition, supplied me with a new definition of genius -- an artist who can transform the most narcissistic book ever written into a comic masterpiece.
Dude, I can explain. In the grand tradition of the theater, "getting it" is as much of a theme as star-crossed lovers or inevitable fate. I am sorry but, Mr. Brantley, you did not get it, and I don't think you could have. The show was not for you, it was for me.