Eric Kildow - Friendly Neighborhood Dramaturg... and Beyond (Page 2)

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

A pair a teal glasses on a white surface. And Orange hand reaches up from the bridge, another down. A third hand of the same color reaches toward the second

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

Lucha Libre wrestling featuring two pairs of wrestlers and a referee in a ring in front of a large crowd

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

A screencapture from the movie "Spaceballs" featuring the character "Dark Helmet." There is mem text saying "I'm surrounded by assholes."

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