Kultur – Page 6 – Natalia A.

So we should only feature rape as long as everyone is on the same page?

I realize that the title of this post is a rhetorical question. Do bear with me, though. I thought the Gender Across Borders series on ‘The Theater’s Rape Culture‘ was very interesting, but this part on “Spring Awakening” in particular had me scratching my head. I agree with Kyle that rape is too often usedContinue reading “So we should only feature rape as long as everyone is on the same page?”

Some of my new theater writing & whining

Since I’ve been really struggling with Short Play #3 and Short Play #4, here is me instead on other people’s work: Teatr.Doc does a play on Sergei Magnitsky – and very nearly pulls it off (and still will, I think, once this production gains some focus) I write a kind of primer on Russia’s newContinue reading “Some of my new theater writing & whining”

Nobody is owed happiness

So I was on the Daily Mail’s website the other day (I know, I know), reading some bitchy comments to an equally bitchy article – and it struck me, how the promise of happiness is used a battering ram in our culture. People look at happiness as a sustainable commodity, which in turn allows themContinue reading “Nobody is owed happiness”

This is why I’m glad I’m currently in Moscow, as opposed to New York

On a completely unrelated note to Jill’s post about parents, kids & public spaces in New York City, these lines about New Yorkers stuck out at me: You don’t chat with people in line at the grocery store; you don’t talk to strangers on the subway; you don’t interrupt or disturb other diners in restaurants.Continue reading “This is why I’m glad I’m currently in Moscow, as opposed to New York”

LOST: “Jears. Jears on the side of my face.”

I want to say that I haven’t been writing about “Lost” because I haven’t had the time, but if I’m honest with myself and with you, I’ll have to say that I haven’t been writing about “Lost” because it’s like a love affair coming to an end, like something out of Graham Greene, the sortContinue reading “LOST: “Jears. Jears on the side of my face.””