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Bills v. Chiefs

 I was somehow dragged into a Bills v. Chiefs discussion. A friend was describing his irritation w/r/t to the Chiefs, and my husband asked, "Would you root against Audra McDonald simply because she already has so many Tony Awards?"


This was meant to be a rhetorical question -- but, in fact, it's possible that I *would* root against Audra precisely for that reason. And it's possible that Audra would root against herself. In one interview, she mentioned her first major Tony Award loss. She recalled feeling relieved and thinking, "Great. Now I can just go out and do my work."

I feel it would be terrific if Jennifer Simard defeated Audra this year. (There is no universe in which this will happen.) Jennifer Simard is a genius, and she is now giving a performance in which (nightly) she has to let cum dribble from her mouth. This is easily the most startling and inventive moment on any NYC stage -- from Battery Park to Washington Heights -- happening day after day after day. Give Simard all of the flowers.

I feel ambivalent about Buffalo, but I did tip my hat to that troubled city -- in my own way -- even as the Bills were losing their big game. I went to see "Titanique," which is like a retelling of my childhood. In this show, Celine Dion is actually a passenger on the Titanic, and she sings all of her hits as Jack and Rose discover their new, tragic, amorous feelings in a humid third-class cabin. Rose worries about having sex for the first time, so Kathy Bates teaches her how to masturbate with a dildo, which has been painted to resemble an eggplant.

Love will be the gift you give yourself.

As I bounced along to "Tell Him," "River Deep," and "Beauty and the Beast," I felt that I was twelve again.

This year, I'd give the Super Bowl trophy to Andrew Keenan-Bolger and Dee Roscioli.

Just my two cents.

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