Crushing Performances Reveal the Heart and Soul of BARE.
Boy, girl, boy girl. Plaid skirt, khaki pants, plaid skirt, khaki pants. This is the strict pattern in which we sat during Mass at my Catholic elementary school. I think the purpose of that was to stop us from giggling with our girlfriends during the homily, but now it seems like a larger metaphor.
THRONES! THE MUSICAL PARODY: My Abdominal Muscles Haven’t Recovered
This stellar sendup is the hit of the 2016 season. That settles it—I have to see it again. Want to be my date? We can wear braids, drink red wine, and don capes and furs because, after all, winter is coming.