The play’s title, a distillation of its
evolution of emotion and circumstance, is a lyric from an obscure Rock
tune, and it’s an apt précis of the story’s arc. The script could easily
have descended into a soap opera-like drama or a silly comedy, but it
does not. Gionfriddo is a masterful writer of witty, provocative
dialogue, and her characters are painfully real.
Cortnie Owens has come pretty far from her
rural East Side upbringing. After choosing to remain closeted about her
sexuality during her high school years, Owens escaped the countryside
to pursue a lifestyle decidedly more urban.
I don't need to be the one to tell you that it's been a pretty rough week for a lot of people. This whole "getting a candidate we actually wanted and voted for" elected as the next president of the United States has left millions upon millions of us — except the rich assholes who voted for John McCain — without things to complain about.