J. CHRISTINE GORDON
Favorite TV Show: Dexter
Favorite Broadway Show: Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Favorite Book: Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Favorite Condiment: Hot Sauce (Pretty much anything that burns my tongue)
J. Christine Gordon was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. She is fresh out out of high school and currently taking a gap year before heading back to college, where she plans to study Public Relations and Computer Science. Passionate about the arts, it is an absolute pleasure to get the opportunity to write about her personal experiences. After a taste of just how wonderful theatre can be, throughTDF's Open Doors Program, she is excited to discover what more NYC's theatre community has to offer.
I guess we are a spectacle for the outsiders...you’re welcome for the hot mess.
I want my 🐖! Oh god! Is that? Holy shit, that’s the - that’s the Pigman.
This show is the kinda thing that happens every time you think really hard about that ONE depressing thing i.e. me every time I have 10 mins to spare
The icons…the legends….LAUREN LOPEZ and THE TIN CAN BROSSSS!
I love me a good “ love isn’t real and humanity sucks” story to lead me into the hell that are Mondays.
“We are dumbasses.”
"His desire to have a baby is tainted by her obssession with it."
I think a lot of the people who protest against immigrants being in the country don’t consider the fact that a lot of them are escaping the negativity that might threaten them back home. This idea that they are already coming with some malicious intent is extremely inconsiderate to them.
I wish John Legend touched my hand. I wouldn’t wash that pair of fingers for a year.
In honor of March being Women's History Month, we've decided to reward these mums to a little treat! Both being the insanely hard working women they are we think they deserve to lay back and be entertained for once. Colombian comedian Saulo Garcia puts on his one-man show, reminding us of the good old days before WIFI and cellphones existed. Remember? When you'd go outside...
Get ready to sob, cause you - unlike me - have a heart.
Like, how do you come to the conclusion that the most reasonable way of getting even with the men who have fucked you over is to rape a completely random man? How is it a pizza delivery guy’s fault that other men suck? Just when I thought I’d find reason in the guy - since the chicks are clearly crazy - he says, “ You can’t rape me. I’m a guy.”
Yes, I mostly choose this show as soon as I saw the words 'drug' and 'dealer' in the same sentence. Ever since Narcos I haven’t been the same….Anyway, umm yeah. Drugs, a dealer who is a “good” jewish boy, and drug delivery to a trailer park where a dude who has decided to ghost his wife a kids. Why? Cause apparently family life gets a little too much sometimes and you can totally just leave people with no explanation at all. Also...the dude who ghosted his fam, happens to have been the drug dealer’s art teacher in high school - that’s not weird at all.
A trio of (HOT ENGLISH) dudes who flip, throw and catch each other, turning handshakes into handstands. #Bromance
My brother and I re-live our childhood with Jerry Springer.
It’s similar in the sense of it being this disorienting story that both creeps you out, but also has your full attention. “Play with my feelings”, has never been more true. Throw in loud 80’s music in the mix and the fact that everyone seems fake in this world - and you have a confused Christine.
I decided that this time around I would get my mum's takes on the show instead of just my own. Mostly because my opinion is quite a short one - how are the Rockettes still standing after performing just one show? They’re insane in the best way possible.
Who knew this was going to be such a throwback to high school? I seemed to have just remembered the fact that not only was Alvin Ailey one of the biggest influences for my high school dance class, but also the fact that I had these dancers come to my school and teach us!
Ok, so. There is this almost 30 year old chick named Emily who has moved back home to Hawaii from NYC ✌️. While she’s back home with her Columbia degree (that she mentions more times than she needed to) she’s expecting to snatch a job ASAP. But no, no, no, sweetie
I found that the day after seeing the show I wanted tell everyone about it, but at the same time I wanna say nothing at all and just make them go see it themselves. This is show had so much going on...
... playing their ‘last’ match at the US Open (some big deal tennis tournament thing). Immediately, I am drawn to Sergey, because... well, the accent, duh. But also Sergey’s charm is just insanely funny. He’s this semi-depressed stupidly good tennis player that doesn’t actually have anyone to play for but himself.
... it simply destroys everything in it’s way. That includes your family. When a parent doesn’t believe what you are going through is real, they basically read what you’re claiming to feel as lies.
This story contains all the #privilegeprobs a rich person can ask for:
This story contains the dreaded part of life where children need to start looking at how to take care of the people who had once done the same for them - their parent.
Michael Moore. Hot Dogs.
I didn’t go in expecting it to be bad, so I didn’t jinx myself; the topic is in the pool of my usual interests; I was expecting to like the female/female relationship set in the 40’s (50’s, 60’s, I don’t remember)
Andrew and Christine went to Semicolon Theatre Company's Resistance at the Wild Project and filmed their response...
... this story follows a woman in her late twenties (whose name I’ve completely blanked on), she has her life all together and then all of a sudden her future self pays her a visit and from there on out shit gets messy.
This is slowly turning into a love letter to Michael Urie… actually, yes, correction: this is now a full blown love letter to Mr. Urie and his curls.
I love a good depressing love story (it makes my pessimist heart swell), but by far the best part of this story was the fact that there wasn’t really a ‘bad guy’ in this situation.
Andrew: Let's get down to business. Why should we care about the TONY's...or DO we care about the TONY's? That's the topic.
Gemma: So, I personally care about the TONY's because it's like my sporting event.
Andrew: It's your Superbowl.
Andrew: Listen, it's not a problem, because what if the person is just trying to look for spots around town to eat? After the theatre.
Christine: They can do before or after...or during the wonderful thing called intermission.
Gemma: Then do that AFTER THE SHOW!
A debate as old as ABC started doing their live re-enactments of famous musicals, again. If a theatre production is ‘live’ or just generally on TV is it still theatre?
Welcome to Serial... killing...
I know, bad joke. Anyway, welcome to my dark world of murder and death….IN THE THEATRE!
After discovering the world of murder podcasts, my passion for the fucked up has reignited and I’m ready to spread the misery. So, let's check out...
It’s a "boys club” would be an understatement when we look at theatre and its history. Taking it as far back as the time of our beloved Shakespeare, chicks weren’t even allowed to play the female roles on stage. Thankfully there has been some progress...
“Honey, you have to wait for your mom.”
Congratulations! On nothing, because all you’ve gained is an abundance of back problems and ruining shows for average people, like me. Okay, fine I’m sure it has it’s perks - just google any Buzzfeed list - but it’s particularly at shows where you’re killing my vibe, man.
Whether the 10 hour Netflix binge was born out of pure boredom or because of a break-up (yes, it’s them, not you), treating yourself for a night out is probably the best way to deal with all those bitter ‘I’m never gonna find anyone’ thoughts.