Category Archives: Theater

The Week of the Playwright, starting with Sonya

It’s the funniest thing to sit next to a playwright as they watch their work being read out loud.  They smile, laugh and some playwrights actually say the words with the actors. Truth is, no matter how much we would love to hide our emotions, we are filled with a magical glee when we hear our words spoken out loud.
Eleven years ago was the first time it happened to me, it was a shock.  The actors started in, with scripts in hands moving about the stage (it was a staged reading of short play I’d written at A.C.T. as part of a class).  I worked in an ad agency around the corner, and was busy writing my first 10-minute play in between meetings.
As we were handing the scripts out to the “professional” actors who came in, the teacher informed me that we were out of guy actors.  So without thinking, my non-actor, new boyfriend stepped in to play the part of the husband.

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Lady, Liz and Lost Stuff

Tonight I went to see “Lady” by Craig Wright at the Rattlestick.  I don’t want to be a spoiler, so I will only say – see it.  I love Craig Wright’s work. He is the master of intense scenes – guns, dogs, fucking – seriously, he’s got it down.

Rattlestick is a great theater because they take risks on dark perverse plays — plays that are wild, weird, insane, overly sexual, too smart – or just plain too wacky for the more practical Off-Broadway theaters in NYC to produce.  In short, they aren’t always commercial, and that’s great.  NYC needs more theaters to push the envelope like this. Other Off-Broadway NYC theaters to be commended for their risky choices are: The Edge, New Georges, Second Stage, Wet and The Women’s Project.   I’m sure there are others, but those are the theaters that I’ve gone to in recent years where I’ve seen some boundary-breaking work.

I had an extra ticket for the show tonight, so I went through my list of people who I usually go to shows with.  My friend and fellow playwright Lisa was coming and I was thrilled.  I decided that she would be my interview of the day.  I was already imagining what I was going to say and planning my questions.  See I shouldn’t get lazy.

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Seeing the World Through New Goggles

Gay Street

I am trying to give myself a little break from interviewing one person a day, but Sunday proved to have some kick to it.

My purpose for the day was to buy new swimming goggles; I needed a new pair. So I made a day trip to Paragon in Union Square. Paragon has a testing area just for swimming goggles; I’ve never seen such a sight.  I decided to buy one rather fancy pair, and one cheap pair “just in case.”  So I will have a back up. This should last me for 10 years! I’m so excited for my next swim.  I also recently bought a new suit, the first one in five years!

I walked out of Paragon with my new goggles in my purse and I decided to stop in Barnes and Noble.  Another big errand– I am doing research for a new play.  The play is a taboo subject, so I thought I’d see what Barnes and Noble might have in stock on the subject.  Turns out, not much.  I can’t say what the subject is, but, it’s bad.

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Don’t Be Trippin – Downtown cafe girl goes uptown!

What an excellent day!  I had two important appointments uptown and Audrey told me she got a new job!  She was so excited that she had to see me, so I decided to get “gussied” as much as possible and prepared for my meetings early, so that we could live “creative life” even if it was only for two hours.

This is a side note, but I really hate my new hairdo, it does make me look like Sarah Palin’s sister.

Me in my "library pose"

I look like a schoolmarm, librarian, preschool teacher or like I hunt for rabbits (no offense to schoolmarms, librarians, preschool teachers, rabbit hunters…well sure, offense to rabbit hunters).
Audrey and I meet up at Grounded and saddle up to a little table that we share.  Laptops are back-to-back.  I look down at my computer and realize that I haven’t prepared much for either of my meetings (been too busy writing my blog perhaps?).
One of my meetings is with a theater company. They have asked me to be prepared to discuss a marketing plan for “Of Mice and Men, the Musical.”  It was kind of a “what if?” type of question.  I’m pondering this. Audrey finds me a website with themes of Steinbeck novels.  So I am trying to imagine Curley’s wife singing a beautiful song about being lonely.  Hmmm.
I nearly tripped on the computer cord of the guy sitting next to me.
“Don’t be trippin,” He says with a laugh.  I can tell he thinks this he’s made a funny pun.
I smile and look back down at the “themes” page.
Audrey, my partner in crime, nudges me:  “Interview him,” she says with a raised brow.
“Ah,” good idea.
So I look on his lap top and try to see what he’s working on, see if it intrigues me.   It looks like it’s some kind of script for a commercial.
I have a feeling that Audrey and I are starting to get “known” in this café.
“Can I interview you? It will only take a minute,” I say.
“Sure, if it only takes a minute.”


Who:  Jason
Where: Grounded, NYC
Occupation: Movie trailer writer, advertising.
I actually felt like Jason was interviewing me, more than I was interviewing him.
“So what’s your blog about?” he says.
I can tell the whole coffee house is listening.
“Oh I interview one person a day, but I’m a playwright, so it’s not like an official thing.  I feel you and I have to sit across from you in order to interview you.”
“So what is it you do?  What are you working on?  It looks like a commercial, is it?” I say.
“I write teasers for movies and television shows.”
“Wow, that’s different.”
“I know so cool, right?” he says.
I can tell he doesn’t take himself too seriously, which is a good thing.
“How did you get this job?”
I’m not sure if this is exactly what we said, but I think he said something like
“I know how to work it.”
Hmm. Something any New Yorker knows is the name of the game – working it, that is.
“I feel lucky,” he says.
The three of us laugh about it.
“Look at us, we are in a cafe,” he said.
I think I can most appreciate the luxury of getting to hang out in a café.  After all, I only just left the corporate “florescent lights” a month ago.
Whew.  I pinch myself.  I am enjoying every moment of this borrowed time.
From behind me a guy who is listening to our conversation says, “are you a playwright? I am too.”

“I’ve got a show coming up.”  He hands me his card and we talk for awhile about playwriting and the Samuel French Festival.  He won in 2007.  His play “To Barcelona” sounds fascinating.  He added me as a friend on Facebook while we were sitting there talking, and as you can imagine, my interview with Jason went south.  Oh yeah, my interview!
Thankfully Audrey took over with the interview while I became distracted with Michael the playwright and figuring out how many friends we had in common.
Jason and Audrey both went to UC Berkeley, so they had a lot to chat about.  We told him that we really only recently graduated and were like 27.  I think he believed us.
We laugh.
I think the whole café is in on this.
“Okay café,” I ask to the crowd at large, “what Broadway stars would be good in Of Mice and Men, the Musical?”
“ I was thinking of Allan Cummings as Curley,” I say.
“He’s too old,” says Jason.
Suddenly I’m hearing answers from all over the coffee house.
Back to the interview, sort of.
“So is your blog political?” says Jason.  “You say you are interviewing one person a day until November 3rd?”
“Well, that’s when I figure I’ll be exhausted. But sure, getting people’s political views is part of it,” I say with a sigh.
“I just assume unless you tell me that you are from Alaska that most New Yorkers I’m meeting are liberal.”
“Well,” says Jason with a snort:  “I fucking love Barak Obama and I will flee the country if he doesn’t win.  I don’t care how many vaginas (Sarah Palin) has, why would any woman vote for her?”
His outburst cracks all of us up because it came out of nowhere.
My day could have ended there and I would have been happy, but I did have two meetings uptown, so since I am still in my “looking up” mode, I snapped a photo of building that would make a great painting – love the pipe snaking up the side.

Since my lipstick had worn off, I stopped into Bloomingdales and got lost trying to find the makeup counter.  I stopped to look at a chic jacket and of course it was my favorite designer: Nanette Lepore.

I don’t own anything by Nanette Lepore, but the next time I have money for a shopping spree, I must get something from her collection.  It’s true love!
At 7PM, I meet up with another playwright-friend Sonya at the Women’s Project for the opening of a new play.  Sonya is the greatest.   Great writer, mom of a three-year-old, very smart, funny and supportive of other writers.  Here’s a fun secret bonus about working in the theater in NYC: I get to know a cast of very interesting characters– and I get to see lots of quality theater for free!
The play was good; the set and lighting design inventive and the acting superb.  The characters were Russian and both actors really knocked out a solid Russian accent.  Natilia Payne is one of my favorite actors, so how could I not find the play charming? Yes, charming indeed.


The after party was fun too, though we didn’t stay long.  On the way home we came out right as the Broadway stars from the musical “Spring Awakening “ were outside singing autographs, so I snapped some more photos.


Hmmm. Maybe someday this will be me? Nah, no one takes photos of the playwrights.  It’s a good thing. I don’t like my hair.
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More interviews from “Below 14th”

Sunday interviews.

It’s time to write about my two favorite neighborhood haunts: Joe’s coffee (141 Waverly Place) and Equinox gym on Greenwich Avenue. My morning started with a swim at the Equinox. It is the most amazing all-purpose, super swanky gym ever.  Where else can one work out in the weight room, take private Pilates, swim laps in the pool, take Jazz dance classes with someone who still uses “Jazz hands”, buy smoothies from the café and stop in the store to buy a cool pair of Stella McCarthy shorts?  Oh and did I mention the Spa? It’s nice too.

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Skinny dipping in the East River?

The rest of the week…
Tuesday night I had a reading of my new play with the group “The Fold.”  It’s so thrilling to be writing a new full-length play and watch it come to life. As a writer, I think I tend to listen to my work as if I were an audience member, so when it’s over, it’s quite possible that you will look over at me and I’m on the edge of my seat wondering what’s going to happen just as much as you are.  When the reading is over, it’s pointless to ask me questions, especially in the beginning.  Truth is, I let the characters tell me what’s going to happen.

Writing the new scene was killing me.   Since it sounded like a bad soap opera, I re-wrote it and turned out to be pretty good.  Re-writing a scene is an impressive feat for a writer, I think.  I strongly believe one of the best things I’ve noticed about my skill set as I am maturing as a dramatist is my ability to re-write.  When I first started I certainly didn’t have this skill.  I was so lazy that I would get an idea for something once and that was that.  Let’s just say that jumping from having written one short play to being in graduate school where I had to constantly have ideas for new plays was a hurdle for me.  Now I feel like ideas come to me all the time and I can’t even keep up.  I can’t write fast enough.  I guess hard work eventually pays off.  Even though my body of work looks impressive to some, I don’t feel that I worked that hard because I love what I do.  I love to write characters and dialogue, but what I don’t like to do is set a schedule.  I am not a writer who “writes 10 pages a day” for example, like Hemingway.  I write when I get the inspiration to do so, which does not bode well for someone who wants to be a professional writer.  Because I am used to working a full-time job while also pursuing my writing career,  I am comfortable with thinking a lot about something and then spewing out a scene in 10 minutes.  I am now giving my writing my full attention which is both amazing (because I am ready) and scary at the same time.

My friend Audrey and I call this “ The Creative Life” and we are serious about it.   We make specific plans to meet up and go write together as much as possible.  We put our matching Mac Books back-to-back.  She is working on her PhD thesis and I’m writing plays, etc….it’s “fun times.”  We giggle a lot.

Wednesday, September 24th — sitting at Grounded, not exactly writing yet and my phone rings.  It’s someone from the theater (of a company who wants to produce my one-act play).  I had had some reservations about the contract.  Apparently the theater had another playwright who works with them give me a call so I could be re-assured.  Karen Williams is the playwright and she sounds like a very nice lady, so I decide to interview her, but it’s over the phone and I don’t think she lives in NYC, so I don’t think it counts.
Wednesday night.  I am running through my fabulous hood in the West Village on my way to dance class.  I try to interview my dance teacher, but I can tell she thinks I’m being weird.  So I took a picture of the window dressing of Sip and Snip, my local hairdresser.  I hope Ricky can fix my hair soon.
Thursday, September 25th – yikes, one day to my big reading.  I do some emailing for the “big reading” – found out that yes a Broadway producer might come.  Hmmm. No pressure.  I take off for White Plains to spend the day taking care of my aunt.  Nothing happens. I get home extremely tired and can’t believe that I used to commute to White Plains for my job every day.  What torture!  I can only pinch myself that I only have to do this once a week.
Friday,  September 26th – I meet tons of people.  My reading of Reporter Girl was happening.  At 4PM I met up with the actors and my friend Jamie, who was coming out of her early (just-had-a-baby) retirement to direct.  She’s incredible and I’m so glad that we are working together again. Yes, the Broadway producer was there. The audience seemed to love the play.  We only read the first act. The producer invites me out for a drink to talk business.  We went to a swanky secret Broadway club.  I order a Cosmo, then another.  Oh no, I feel myself sway and can’t remember what I just said.  Am I drunk? Really?  Seriously?  I pull myself together.   I think I was charming without seeming too crazy.  Can’t say what we talked about exactly, but we have a meeting next week.
I jump in a cab – off to meet my friends who are already at my house watching the debate.  My favorite line was something about McCain singing about bombing Iran.    My head is spinning too much to pay attention.  I dressed up like Sarah Palin and did a dead on impression: “In what respect Charlie?”

A friend of a friend is there and I decide to interview her, but since I was drinking so much who knows what she really said.  Here’s what I remember –

Who: Carol
Where: My house, the West Village, NYC
Why: Why not?
Occupation: Artist
Carol has lived in NYC since 1984 – crazy, right?  Her greatest NYC moment?
“Skinny dipping in the East River.” What? That sounds gross.
Apparently it wasn’t so gross, but one of those oh-so-daring moments.
“When else in my life would I do something like this?  It was warm and when I looked up from the water it was the most beautiful view,” she said, smiling, obviously remembering the moment with glee.
And I thought sleeping on the floor of the Grand Canyon was awesome.  Apparently one hasn’t lived until they’ve jumped in the East River.
Nope, not gonna do it.

Reading of REPORTER GIRL (a play about Brenda Starr Reporter) September 26th at 7:30PM.


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.

Creative writing: fall interviews

More interviews…oh fall!
I always remember the first day of fall.  The air feels slightly chilly and it seems like signs for Halloween are everywhere, even if they are only in your mind. Once a romance that had been brewing all summer came to fruition on the first day of fall.  Everything seemed more poignant that fall.   Flowers were more fragrant.  I recall wearing tights that were too tight to pull up.  I got my solo apartment that fall, even if it was only a sublet.  It was a magical time, but then, fall always is.  It’s the biggest change of season, a time of re-birth.
So on with the Interviews – I haven’t forgotten.
Who: Rachel
Where: Grounded in the West Village, NYC
Occupation: Business Editor
Rachel is a fan of the Yankees, “loves Shakespeare” and will probably run a marathon someday.  She also happens to be a business editor.
“I hope my team isn’t messing up the coverage,” she says.
For the past year, she’s been my Sunday Yoga friend and that’s the extent of it.
We met while I worked in marketing for Salon.com, which is now forever ago. We met when Salon was relevant and we were not.  Things have changed.
These days Sunday Yoga is “our date” because it might be the only time we see each other in the month. We are both guilty of being busy, and we both travel a lot.  Rachel is always “off somewhere”- or “going to her country house”– or on a humanitarian mission to Africa. She seems like the kind of person who could put out a fire and save two babies on her way to work.  And no, she won’t tell me who she’s going to vote for because of her “journalistic integrity.”   Really? Okay.
Since I never go to Brooklyn, I have to appreciate that Rachel comes into Manhattan for our visits.  I’m a Taurus, which means I make people come to me.  Rachel is a Leo, which means, she controls things.
“Oh,” she says with the calmness of lion after its kill, “did I tell you that I accidentally ran a half marathon last weekend?”
“How do you accidentally run a half marathon?”
“Well, it just happened.”
But it was something, this marathon.  This was Rachel once again pushing herself to new, yet un-tested limits.
“Oh Noni, I’ve got to get going,” she says as she helps me finish my coffee.
Knowing that Rachel loves plays as much or more than I do, I ask her if she’s the kind of writer she really wants to be.
“I’m making my living writing.  That’s the kind of writer I want to be.”
Her answers are all business and I guess that makes sense.
“So, are you writing this down, Noni?”

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Who: Carolyn French

Where: The Fifi Oscard Agency, Midtown, NYC

Occupation: Literary Agent
I met Carolyn French over five years ago when I came in looking for a job at Fifi Oscard, a literary agency in NYC.
I was in the first summer of my MFA and really only knew that a literary agent position sounded interesting.
I stood in the waiting room with my resume thinking that I would just get to drop it off and I wouldn’t hear a thing.  Turns out that the owner, the grand dame Fifi Oscard wanted to see me.
“So what can you do for us?”  Truthfully I had no idea.  “I can….lick stamps, uh…I can…answer the phones….”I stammered.  Suddenly I knew what I could do.
“I can read plays,” I said with confidence.
“Oh good,” she said.
So Fifi gave me a play and I returned it with comments the next day.  The play was terrible and I said so.
“You should go talk to Carolyn,” she said.  So I did.
That day I became Carolyn’s assistant and for the next three years I read and commented on a great many plays. I helped Carolyn file, write letters and worked on getting people out to her writer’s events.  Eventually my role grew at the agency grew and I had my own clients.  I had quite a time there, but that’s not what I’m writing about.
The ever-stylish Carolyn was born around 1930, which means she was a teenager when my granny’s cartoon Brenda Starr had just come out.  She lived in San Francisco and from the looks of her now, I imagine she was quite a beauty when she was young.  She’s tall and slender, and boasts of how she still stands on her head every morning.
Carolyn got her PhD in English and Theater, was unhappily married and had one daughter and “traveled the world” before becoming an agent.
Carolyn is probably one of the smartest and most intellectual agents out there.  She’s an agent that really knows how to tell a good play from a bad one.  Honestly, so many agents are just into the hype, but not Carolyn.  Even if she forgets ten minutes later, Carolyn will tell it to you straight.
Carolyn only decided to become a literary agent later in life after an illness left her unable to teach.
“I lost my memory,” she said.  “So I certainly couldn’t teach.”  But she could surely choose plays.
When she came to Fifi’s to work as an agent she had to train, just like me.
“ I worked for free at first – and still do, practically.”
Carolyn was able to gain her confidence quickly as an agent.
“I only wanted a project that people would recognize,” she said.  “I was hardly expecting what happened next.  I mean where do you go from there?”
Carolyn’s first project as an agent was the play “Wit” and it won the Pulitzer Prize.
When I told Carolyn that I wanted to be a playwright she said “why?”
“A playwright really only needs one good play,” I said.
Carolyn’s become a fan of my work and a wonderful and dear friend.
These days Carolyn has a harder time getting around, but she still loves what she does.
In some ways she reminds me of my grandma (Dale Messick) who I miss very much.  “When you quit and sit that’s it” – that’s what Dale used to say.
That’s hardly the way the elegant and charming Carolyn would put it, but I think the sentiment is exactly the same.

Interview 2, 3 and 4… and one crazy day in NYC.

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.

Top Girls

A friend invited me to get a free ticket to see Carol Churchill’s Top Girls, presented at the Bitmore Theater in NYC. What an treat. Fist of all, we had great seats — 6th row. Second, we got to use the patron’s lounge, which included free M&M’s and wine during both intermissions. The drama on stage was superb, some of the best acting I’ve ever seen! But the drama off-stage almost usurped the whole experience for me.

As the lights lowered, I unzipped my purse and there was a slight whiz to the zip. A grumpy bear of a man sitting next to me, who looked as if he was about to nod off, peered at me with serious discontent at this with a look like
“Make one false move and I’ll kill you.” I thought, oh no, I’m sitting next to “one of these.”

“One of these” is one of these older gentlemen who is no longer a gentleman, but a rude, uncouth monster and the theater is full of them these days.

10 minutes into the first act, he was fast asleep, thank goodness. But then again, so was I.

The first act of the play, and particularly the first 20 minutes are difficult to sit through. In Act I we see Marlene, a career gal, hosting a dinner party with five women from history who have accomplished something important for their era. I found the choice of women rather odd, since none of them had accomplished anything per se, save Pope Joan. Pope Joan, who disguised as a man, was rumored to have been the Pope between 854-856 AD, although likely a character from a legend popularized during the Middle Ages.

The six of them, Isabella Bird, a Scotswoman who traveled in the late 17th Century, Lady Nijo, a courtesan to a Japanese emperor in the 11th Century, Dull Gret, the subject of a painting, Patient Griselda, from fables and Pope Joan, all talk over each other while they eat and none of it is very coherent. I couldn’t help feeling like all these women are just talking about themselves. Then suddenly, it happened. The old red-haired woman sitting in front of us (a lady version of the old monster man), turned to her lady monster friend and said in quite a loud voice (she could’ve been an actor her voice was so robust) “What’s going on? I don’t understand anything.”

The mean man next to me woke up at this. Who dared speak in the theater? Without a moments hesitation he tapped her on the shoulder and yelled “BE QUIET.” He could’ve been a drill sergeant, his voice was so loud. They were no longer at a theater surrounded by others and actors on stage performing, they were in their own playground throwing stones at each other.

“DON’T TOUCH ME.” She yelled back.

Then, nearly punching her out, he yelled “If YOU DON’T BE QUIET I’LL HAVE YOU THROWN OUT!

“I’ll CALL THE POLICE.” She retorted, as if she said this on a daily basis.

Then, all was quiet and the play went on. When the lights came up, the man I was so frightened of, turned to me and asked me about my playwriting. I guess he overheard me chatting with my friends. He certainly seemed nice enough. But then, the arguing and drama started again, and I excused myself.

Upstairs in the patrons lounge I was shoved out of the way by an old woman who just had to get her M&M’s.

When the second act started, the mean man and his wife were gone, but I was thinking what’s the deal with all these gray haired meanies? I guess when you get past a certain age, you no longer care about being polite. When you go out to a theater with a very old subscriber base, like MTC has, this is oh so evident. A majority of the older people seemed pushy and impatient, which is understandable. Getting old sucks. For some, just getting to the theater was a huge struggle; they don’t feel good and they’d rather be at home and in bed. I get it. Still is no fun to be sitting next to so many that are so GRUMPY. It’s a good thing, the play improved with the second act.

In ACT II, we see Marlene again, busy at work the “Top Girls” employment agency. She’s just been promoted and the action centers around what a great accomplishment it is for a woman to be promoted over a man, which she has been. Turns out, Marlene has given up a lot to get to this position. Her sister, played excellently by Marisa Tomei, adopted her daughter, Angie, who is now a teenager and sadly “thick in the head.” When Angie, who guesses that Marlene is her real mom, shows up in the city at her job, Marlene tells the other girls that Angie couldn’t work at “Top Girls” because she isn’t going to “make it.” The play shows that to be a “Top Girl” you need to have it all, brains, beauty, style – and be self centered enough to leave the losers behind.

What to make of all this? It’s not a typical structure, but the play somehow builds to a coherent end that sums it all up.  I originally thought the women in the first act at the dinner party were odd choices as none of them were “known” — were actually brilliant choices for their relatively unknown accomplishments.   “Top Girls”  is any “girl” that does something strong, which is every woman, every day.

After the play, I went out with the “girls” until 3AM – and the play inspired us to talk all night. Of course we talked about Hillary and women’s issues. Now that’s good theater.