The Virginia Monologues
TR: Now playing at the Indulgent Theatre, a yuletide play that is both powerful and provocative...The Virginia Monologues by Mary Xmas.
SS: I believe in Santa. No one else will. But I envision him upon my roof. Making his way to my chimney. Slowly, tentatively he enters. The prancing, the pawing. Yes, come down my chimney, Santa, come!
TR: The Virginia Monologues...The NY Times said: "Wow, that's really something, isn't it?". The Daily News said, "Once you get over the shock, the wincing is hardly noticeable." Your mom said, "I can't believe they allow people to say that kind of stuff in public."
SS: I will kowtow to the public norms no more. I will reclaim my Claus. Take back my Claus from the commercialism, the garishness. My beloved bearded Claus. Claus. Claus. Claus! How I long for your lap.
TR: The Virginia Monologues, now open for its annual holiday run. And run you will.
SS: Naughty or nice? Who are you to judge me? You are you to judge me? You say you're a saint, yet you break into my home and go through my things. Then with a practiced finger, you place it aside your nose and once again pass through my flue.
TR: The Virginia Monologues...it will take your notions of Christmas and knock them around like a piñata in a hammer factory.
SS: Christmas "carol". Christmas "Eve". Joy. Noel. Holly. So much exploitation of women. A birth celebrated. A woman's job now controlled by the male dominated society. How typical.
TR: The Virginia Monologues, performances now through December 31. It's a play that will have you on your feet shouting, "Lighten up, already!"
GK: Now at the Indulgent Theatre...that's theater with an "r-e", so you know it's classy.