Choose Your Own Adventure

We are six days from opening A Doll’s House. Do you have your tickets yet?  If you are not inspired by a beautifully written, beautifully directed, beautifully acted show by a killer Chicago theatre company (which I founded, by the by), then surely you will be inspired to attend knowing that my knockers are literally exploding out of my dresses and that someone in the audience may get their eye taken out by one of my buttons popping off.

Frankly, so much has been going on, that I find it nearly impossible to focus on any one topic long enough to write about it coherently.

I considered writing about the book The Help that I just read like the compulsive woman that I am.  I could talk about my reaction to the book and I could talk about why my reading is compulsive, rendering me unable to have normal interactions with other human beings.   It was a good book, and I recommend it.  It was aptly timed for me to further reflect on Martin Luther King, Jr. and all that he accomplished in his brief life.

I considered writing about, as my friend on Facebook called it, my hyper-feminist reaction to the sexist remarks made over and over at the Golden Globes.  (Everyone focusing on the mens’ talent and the womens’ beauty.) And the irony that, earlier that day, that same (male) friend had pleased me so much by greeting me at the theatre with “Hello, gorgeous!” It’s incredibly confusing being both a feminist and a very traditional housewife — as far as gender roles typically go.

This also inspired me to think about one of the speeches my character has in the show where I say “A happy home to build, now that is something really worth doing.”  The first four weeks of rehearsal, I was ashamed to say that line because it felt disloyal to feminists everywhere.  And then one day it clicked for me that I actually do think that building a happy home is something really worth doing and how now it’s one of my favorite lines in the play.  And isn’t that strange?

And then I thought about writing about my stupid motherfucking feet.  Yes, I did.  You can not imagine how much time I could spend talking about my stupid motherfucking feet.  I feel, sometimes, as if my feet and I are at war with one another.  And at the moment, we are both on the offensive.  Battle of the shoe inserts, I might call it.

But then the focus slipped away and there was not even a post at all.  Just ideas for posts that sounded too confusing to actually write coherently.  Which is the way it goes, I guess.

But maybe you all could help me out.  Is there a post in here that you’d like to read?  Is there some other thing I’ve touched on briefly someplace else and then never talked about again?  Help a sister out.  It’s tech week, after all, and though my brain is mighty, sometimes it is not mighty enough.