I’ll be in the back row. I bring my own flask.
via @hilderthtrguy on twitter
I’m going to eat a box of Girl Scout thin mints, drink a bottle of wine -
So like BASICALLY - there aren’t enough plays in the pipeline (NYC/London) being written by women. And it will take a decade (2024?) before we see any.
So like … like this is pipeline of new plays by women/POC in 2014 (there’s Theresa Rebeck wandering around … looking for her scarf):
Artistic Directors are trying, trying so very DESPERATELY to find us, read us, produce us but:
Do you do anything besides grip the side of your desk and wait for death?
Oh wait. We’re just not writing plays. Yeah. We playwrights of color. We ladywrights. We don’t exist.
And our work won’t be around until 2024. See ya!
You should see my dramaturg right now:
Ohhhkay. OK OK OK. Deep breath.
Final takeaways, thoughts for the future generation?:
ps: Can people please please please stop patting their white male ADs/directors/theater friends on the back for producing/reading/acknowledging plays by women/playwrights of color?Just HOLD OFF. FOR LIKE A SEC. PUH-LEASE.
I just write plays. Not thank yous. But … thank you. You did real good.
Sorry not sorry. Sometimes I just need to move around a single word. IT’S VERY IMPORTANT.
There is no greater feeling … such a rare unicorn moment of joy when you get to do your play, when you get to do it YOUR way … and get paid.***
*** You know what I mean. Not like PAAAAID Beyonce-level PAID but paid as in - you won’t lose any more money that you thought you would.