http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/fringe/2009/07/09/hip-shot-my-fabulous-sex-life/ Blogging the Capital Fringe Festival 2009 Tue, 04 Aug 2009 19:41:16 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/fringe/2009/07/09/hip-shot-my-fabulous-sex-life/comment-page-1/#comment-24267 Capital Fringe Fest 2009: Our Comprehensive Rundown - Fringe & Purge - Washington City Paper Fri, 17 Jul 2009 14:36:42 +0000 http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/fringe/?p=467#comment-24267 [...] My Fabulous Sex Life [...] [...] My Fabulous Sex Life [...]

]]> http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/fringe/2009/07/09/hip-shot-my-fabulous-sex-life/comment-page-1/#comment-24187 Showmen Showdown: The Controversy Over ‘The Lost Ones’ - Fringe & Purge - Washington City Paper Wed, 15 Jul 2009 16:21:50 +0000 http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/fringe/?p=467#comment-24187 [...] Thespians have a rich history of bickering. My favorite dramatic duel happened in 1830, at the opening night of Victor Hugo’s Hernani in Paris. Hugo, a romantic, had blatantly ignored a number of theretofore sacred theatrical conventions — a plot that takes place over the course of a single day, for example, and in a single location — things that those of the neoclassical persuasion held dear. So dear, in fact, that at the premiere a brawl erupted between the two theoretical camps, classicists hissing and spitting at romantics, bohemians bludgeoning the bourgeoisie with mockeries, food, even fists. The fighting went on for weeks, forcing Hugo to enlist volunteer bodyguards.  If this is what you got after a few infractions of Aristotle’s rules, imagine what those classicists would’ve thought of, oh I don’t know, Bare Breasted Women Sword Fighting, or My Fabulous Sex Life? [...] [...] Thespians have a rich history of bickering. My favorite dramatic duel happened in 1830, at the opening night of Victor Hugo’s Hernani in Paris. Hugo, a romantic, had blatantly ignored a number of theretofore sacred theatrical conventions — a plot that takes place over the course of a single day, for example, and in a single location — things that those of the neoclassical persuasion held dear. So dear, in fact, that at the premiere a brawl erupted between the two theoretical camps, classicists hissing and spitting at romantics, bohemians bludgeoning the bourgeoisie with mockeries, food, even fists. The fighting went on for weeks, forcing Hugo to enlist volunteer bodyguards.  If this is what you got after a few infractions of Aristotle’s rules, imagine what those classicists would’ve thought of, oh I don’t know, Bare Breasted Women Sword Fighting, or My Fabulous Sex Life? [...]

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