He said things that was surprising to our ears such as laughing about suicide, the unfortunate death of a guy that was murdered in a forest fire, and how the U.S. cattle produces the most cattle waste in the entire world.
As the play progressed, the preconceived notions each character had of the other’s culture began to diminish. For instance, Steve’s knowledge of hip-hop culture, which can be seen as a contrast to his privileged upbringing.
OH AND THE DANCING! LORD HAVE HIS MERCY! When I tell you I was screaming to the high heavens!? I was lucky enough to have been able to take my grandma with me (thanks Patrick!) and we both were clutching our invisible damn pearls!
At times me and my twin sister are looked at as that by those in the Guinean community. In my culture if you have children that are going to school, not getting into trouble, working, and helping their parents financially than your considered a golden child in the eyes of others.
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.
For undocumented immigrants, citizenship means protection. Citizenship means safety. Citizenship means no more anxiety about being deported. Citizenship means belonging. It means inclusion into the fabric of US society. It means a voice. This play made me think: what does it mean to be a citizen? Not in legal terms, but a citizen of the world. Beatriz is a citizen. But sadly, not in the eyes of the law.
Let's not forget to mention my issues with men like Leontes - how he can condemn, publically embarass and have his wife arrested and STILL get her back in the end. Men are triflin'. That is all redeemed due to the BAD ASS Paulina. Women are the best, honestly.
Ms. Estrada allowed me to sit back for about two hours and enjoy the fuck outta myself, see a fascinating adaptation of a classical Greek play that I only ever thought was kind of okay. It's fun as fuckshit, and I cannot recommend seeing it more. Make a double feature outta it and Locked Up Bitches, start your weekend right at The Flea.
I’ve never experienced a show that didn’t have some sort of twist or intrusion, and it is believed that these obstacles are what makes theater interesting - and it’s true. But for once, to experience a show that was stable and entertaining due to its lack of drama was so refreshing.
I was cautiously optimistic about it, even then. My reasoning was proven at the show: there really aren't many big shows that can get kids into theater. There just aren't. I've heard the obvious ones, The Lion King and Aladdin right now.
I didn’t want to embarass myself, but of course I did when the song “Best Day Ever” came on after Spongebob and his pals (especially Sandy, #whoruntheworld #girls) saved the day. I know this sounds cliche, but I was grinning like an idiot for the entire show, because I felt like I was experiencing sticky sweet nostalgia and something completely fresh at the same time.
The musical had so many positive messages despite how cynical and superficial it might appear to be. They spoke about how important it is to empower each other, how you should never dumb yourself down for anyone, how it’s so uncool for boys to leak private messages, the negative side of social media and a few more.
When I was younger, I wanted to be a therapist. I knew I’d be good at it. I loved listening, observing, analyzing, interpreting, and most importantly I loved helping people find solutions and solace in their pain.
I was surprised at how much I felt for these characters, particularly Rosealia. She reminded me of myself at 13 or 14. I too, wrote everything down, and wanted to be a journalist. In fact, I have filled journals cover to cover from the age of 12. That is over ten years worth of writing. It's amazing being able to look back and remember how I felt or what I believed at a particular time.
In a way I wish I was able to more clearly identify the stories that the dancers told through their bodies, but since I personally do not view dance in that way, what I took from it was just what I saw, no hidden messages. And what I saw was strength and focus, I saw complete body control and fluidity. To be able to make me feel like everything came so easily to these dancers was probably not so easy for them to get to, and I love that.
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 Garciaputs on his one-man show, reminding us of the good old days before WIFI and cellphones existed. Remember? When you'd go outside...