If you like Mad Men, you’ll love my new play. I’m just showing the first half (as a reading), but if you enjoy learning about history and feminist issues — and if you ever read Brenda Starr Reporter, you’ll love this play.
Watch a young female cartoonist as she fights her way into a male dominated culture in the 1940’s. Years later her granddaughter struggles with some of the same issues and discovers what is true and fiction about her grandmother’s amazing story.
THE DRAMATIST GUILD Presents: FRIDAY NIGHT FOOTLIGHTS
NEW YORK, Friday, September 26, 2008
7:30pm – 9:00pm
REPORTER GIRL by Laura Rohrman
Laura Rohrman will present a staged reading of REPORTER GIRL, a full-length play about her grandmother, Dale Messick, who created the famous cartoon strip BRENDA STARR REPORTER in 1940. Dale Messick was the first syndicated female cartoonist in the world. The play has been a finalist for both the O’Neill festival and the Princess Grace award.
Friday Night Footlights New York is held in the Frederick Loewe Room, Suite 710, at 1501 Broadway (located between 43rd and 44th Streets), New York, NY 10036. you must have a photo I.D. to enter the building.
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I met so many people this week….where to start? Let’s just do my day on Thursday, Sept 19th. This is not a typical day necessarily, but it’s not completely uncommon either.
11 AM I found myself lost in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn. Two Russian people starring down at me (I fell coming out of the subway). They grunted. I looked up, shocked that I’d forgotten my Russian. Noon. A Russian guy stalks me on the subway and begs to kiss my hand. I think he said “me and you together in Odessa” but I’m not sure…like I said, I forgot all my Russian, but somehow he kissed my hand. 12:30PM washing hands vigorously.
2-5PM met Audrey “to write” at Doma “a writer’s cafe.” I overhear two guys laughing at themselves writing a screenplay no doubt. They were typical though….”We want to write something like The Office, but it’s been done.” 6PM, jump out of taxi in front of the W Hotel’s corporate office to meet my old friend Kevin, we get drinks and eat Oysters. My Russian friend Olga shows up wearing a fedora and also orders her own Oysters. She tells us that NYC’s Web 2.0 sucked. Kevin’s wife Andrea shows up and we all go to at a party for the Luxury Collection in Chelsea. I met a French fashion designer named Thomas Renaud. I think his thing might have something to do with Aqua Man given his scuba attire. Then, I scarfed down some Salmon Roe, which was delicious while standing outside and admiring the evening view from the 21st floor. Sometime before we left the party, I ran into an old actor friend from my MFA program (Steve) and decided to ask him to be in my reading of Reporter Girl which is next Friday, September 26th. He was working the party and had a headset on.
Many glasses of wine later, Kevin, Andrea and I ended up a the W in Times Square for yet another party. There I consumed more drinks and started talking with my old friend from work, Leah. Seems like we got kind of silly and Kevin and Andrea left and Leah and I and a bunch of blond girls who now work on the Luxury accounts hung out in the W Store. I happen to know that the W Store rocks with amazing little finds. One of the girls had really blond hair and talked like a valley girl. She said that she spent $300 on cabs last weekend and gets her hair blown out every day. Her teeth were very white.
Midnight. I arrived at my door with a new black hat, ear muffs and a hot pink scarf. Dmitry had cooked the Cod I bought, so I ate (again). We had more wine and watched TV. I checked my email and found out that one of my plays has been chosen for a December production in NYC.
Now that all the Hillary hating is over, people can start missing her. In some of those photos, Hillary is absolutely stunning. Her beauty is deep within in the lines of her face.
The political landscape is far less interesting these days without her in the race.
I spoke to the Marketing Director of The Chicago Tribune today and she said: “Never in my life did I think I’d see the day when a black man and a white woman would be running for president. Together they’d be unstoppable.”
Why was I talking to the Marketing Director of the Chicago Tribune? Well, because we were chatting about my granny and Brenda Starr — and how my granny, Dale Messick was one of the early pioneers for women, paving the way for not only other cartoonists, but for journalists. Dale Messick via her character Brenda Starr Reporter inspired millions with the “I’m a woman and I can do it” attitude.
SATC – perhaps it just proves that movies don’t have to be all about men or violence to be popular.
It’s Sunday. It’s raining out and although I am thrilled to death that I have no plans, at some point I must venture out. Will I work out? Get my nails done? Go to lunch with my husband? Go to a playwriting group? Check yes to all of the above! So even though I have some cute outfits, I never wear my Sunday best. I wear whatever is nearby — and I always look like crap. My hair is in a bun and I usually wear my pink Converse and something scary. To be perfectly honest, I wear clothes that should be thrown away – and it seems to give me pleasure to looks so awful. Maybe I am rebelling from having to dress up to go to an office day in and day out. Maybe this desire to be a pig stems from growing up in the mountains, or the fact that I once lived in the outback for thirty days and wore the same four outfits and never took a shower.
But now I’m much different — during the week if you catch me I usually look pretty nice — and lately I’ve even been keeping up on my hair, it’s “coiffed.”
My grandma had a mantra — and it was always look your best — you never know who you might see. My granny always looked like a million bucks, and my mom always looks good and they’ve always been harping on me about my appearance. Well, I learned something recently —
One Sunday, I was uncharacteristically trying to look a little dapper. I was trying to look cute, which I should just give up on that plan: it’s Sunday, it won’t happen. We had lunch plans with another couple, so I tried a little bit harder than usual. No, of course I didn’t shower — but I swept up my hair into a bun and then put on a Fedora, green army jacket, pink sweater draped over super tight jeans and high brown boots. This little number was almost chic for a Sunday in the West Village, but it was borderline. I sort of looked like I belonged in a J-Lo video or perhaps I was auditioning for the next Indiana Jones movie. So the next day, Monday, I had a big meeting at work — my corporate job — and I decided to wear the same outfit. Of course, I didn’t notice how tight the pants were until I had to back away from people and avoid bending over lest I wanted them to see my butt crack. What possessed me to wear my Indiana Jones outfit to work? I’ll never know….but that outfit still remains one of my worst Sunday fashion choices that should have never, never, never been one of my Monday choices.
If you live in or around NYC, you are welcome to come to this, just RSVP as space is limited.
April 15th, 2008 at 7:00PM
at the Abingdon Theatre
312 West 36th Street
New York City (cross at 8th)
“Reporter Girl” is about Dale Mesick, the nation’s first syndicated female cartoonist, famous for creating Brenda Starr Reporter — the gutsiest, most fashionable, red-headed protagonist-journalist to ever be portrayed in the comics. “The play has more than a ring of truth to it”, says OOBR.com. Weissberger Award nominee, O’Neill Festival Finalist and Princess Grace Award Finalist.
written by Laura Rohrman (Dale’s granddaughter) directed by Fritz Brekeller
with Louisa Bradshaw*, Jeff Branson (Emmy nominated star of All My Children), John Calvin-Kelly, Amy Dickenson*, Colin Egglesfield (All My Children), Betty Hudson*, Kate Nowlin* and Beth Woodard
* appearing courtesy of AEA
Wine and snacks will be served.
Please RSVP to: firstname.lastname@example.org
For more information, visit http://www.laurarohrman.com
Back in the day, I often talked about my Hello Kitty obsession, now I just think about it occasionally. Here is an article I wrote about Hello Kitty
For as long as I can remember I have been collecting and occasionally wearing vintage clothes. My grandma Dale Messick, created the Brenda Starr Reporter cartoon strip and her most beautiful era in my opinion has to be the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. Of course, I didn’t meet Dale Messick until the late 70’s….but I remember clearly the first time we went to her high rise apartment, which looked over Lake Michigan (it was in Chicago). I think my mom purposely kept this fancy life away from herself and her children, because when we visited my glamourpuss granny “I was like who is this woman and why have you kept her from me?”…My granny had wild red hair, was gorgeous, had a closet full of fancy frocks and hats — and guess what? She loved to dress me up. In fact, many years later when grandma Dale moved to California, that’s what we’d do…I’d come over and she’d give me her clothes and we’d play dress up. So, as sort of an odd-ball teenager, I wore fedoras, capes and in my free-time started buying up vintage clothes. I dare say I was wearing vintage before it was ever in style to do so. Even these days, I look smashing in vintage clothes… I just ever-so-slightly have a look about me that is from a different era. Some people have this look…in period pieces it’s called “good casting.” For example, the HBO series ROME — great casting…the Tudors, not-so-much. All the dudes in that series look like they are soap stars in present time. Or maybe it’s the modern day speak dressed up with English accents that’s throwing me off….not sure….but I am only watching it because, well, I am a history buff…and it’s sort of soapy.