Eric Kildow
Please Excuse Us a Moment
When I relaunched Friendly Neighborhood Dramaturg, I had the intentions of publishing at least two hard-hitting articles per month, coupled with additional features and bonus content. But boy did I misestimate the level of energy and bandwidth I had! So we're going to be starting fresh in January
Thinking Out Loud in the Public Square
Musings
Ok... What really happened with Cracker Barrel? Or, there is no spoon... It is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
Musings
It Doesn't Have to Be Like This
Musings
A Short Interlude in Which I Say Mean Things About JD Vance
I can only pray that their birthplace is bulldozed in order to make way for a Panera bread.
Musings
Reading Tea Leaves & Drunk on Too Much Time: Trying too Hard to Read the Future
Musings
Enshittification, Exploitation, and the Erosion of Higher Education
Musings
The Passenger Called Humanity... How Homo Sapiens Lost Their Nerve
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them. And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the
Blasts from the Backlog
Oh... Aint YOU so Edgy?
It seems that each time I turn around, some milquetoast or incomprehensible author receives the laurels of a "revolutionary voice" in today's theatre. The eagerness with which our critical establishment flings this wreath at every pair of feet they see is almost embarrassing. This reflex, labeling
Blasts from the Backlog
Ready to Rumble? Fear of the Fearless
That sounds like angry bees is not an unseasonable swarm approaching from the south. It is the perennial, the perpetual, argument over the ownership of text in the theatre. This is something we here at the Friendly Neighborhood Dramaturg have discussed and even been embroiled (albeit unwillingly) in as a
Blasts from the Backlog
The Thespian and the A-hole
To paraphrase a childhood hero of mine, it's a dangerous thing going out your door. A-holes seem to be everywhere, cutting you off in traffic, mowing their lawn at 7am on a Saturday, and generally making life unpleasant for everyone around them. Mo Rocca explored the A-hole in