*Okay, I know this show is no longer on the boards. But I wrote this while it was still playing. And it’s a great play.
So, let’s just get this clear straight off: This show had nothing to do with Les Mis! Even though every time I think of the title I’m singing it, there was no reference to old timey France at all. I know!
WWWYAU (this is not a good acronym I won’t use this again) is effectively a character study amid various growing ideals of feminism. Four women, with wildly different ideas about where and how women fit in the world, interact in a safe house in the 1970s, run by the president of all things Acting, Cherry Jones.
The Emmy Awards are tomorrow! Yeah, on a Monday! And still in August! What's up with that! What the hell? Who decided this? Not that it affects me but I'm sure it affects someone and that's not right. I hope none of you are working late tomorrow.
Anyway, so we're here again at this 4-hour dose of crazy called the Emmy Awards, honoring whatever the crap the insane voters (the most insane of any voting body except maybe Florida) want to honor in Television. Television is amazing, by the way. As those of you who actually know me know, if a person doesn't watch Television I will not know how to converse with said person. But the Emmys don't really honor the best - if that were true, Tatiana Maslany (of "Orphan Black") would already have at least one statue, and Steve Carell two. No, even more than the Golden Globes (that's right, I'm saying it), the Emmys are...whack. Totally whack. Sometimes, the most deserving nominees do win, but the nominations themselves are often ridiculous.*
I <3 Diversions
Entertainment is a ridiculously big part of my life. I grew up in movie theatres, so in my family you have to see pretty much every movie to make it in conversation. This pop culture knowledge has extended to television, music, and, for me, the theatre. To quote Abed, I like liking things, so there's that.