Not really into plays or musicals, or just want to spice things up? You’re in luck because in New York City there are lots of different artsy things you can go see. 😉
I received a strange email about a kidnapping…
I didn’t see the squad car when it turned into the little plaza area, but they clearly thought: white kid + behind stairs + Jewish Riverdale neighborhood = pothead white boy.
I see his naked back and (very cute) butt.
It was kind of like those (this is SUPER old-school) late ‘90s early 2000s infomercials for Top Hits CDs.
He was kinda…a perv?
I am white enough to acknowledge that I don’t gotta worry about a lot. The Puerto Rican in me is basically crippled by All This Irish™.
Two characters fell into the most addicting distraction. Each other
A few pounds on him and a pretty bad p*rnstache.
I got chosen out of the audience. Though flattered, I did not know what I was supposed to do.
Difficult. Disturbing. Relatable. Raw. That’s what this show was.
WE CAME UNPREPARED LIKE MF IDIOTS. Don’t be an idiot. I’m here to help.
I must wake up now, but I just don't know if I'm ready to.
You know what’s crazy? When people know the truth and they just keep lying!
I think that we are more entertaining than Saturday Night Live.
Is this the direction humanity has always been going toward?
My best friend came out as gay. At first it was a bit hard figuring things out, but as her best friend I got a front-row seat to see her blossom into her true self.
Immediately I thought about my mom’s marital situation. Did seeing Frida's situation make her think about my father’s infidelity?
She was the “THAT bitch.”
She was hallucinating and having meaningless conversations with the empty chair in front of her.
As a pessimist myself, I love me some sad-a*s people telling me all about how flawed everything is.
I am a Muslim, but also an American.
“I don’t mean to offend your perspective or speak out of place, but sound waves travel.” I’M DEAD.
The show would be quite nice to watch if you don’t obsessively think about human integrity during most of the play LOL.
When I sat down to write about this performance, I had no idea what I was going to say about it.
THANK YOU. A MF QUEEN. UGHHH. SLAY ME.
What’s the point of a 3pm matinee if you’re not gonna do boozy brunch before, right?
I get it Frankenstein, you’re tight.
Remember the eternal rule: Clothing has no gender!
My a$$ can’t imagine not talking to one of my best friends during the day, let alone never again.
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