It’s so strange to be writing a blog entry that doesn’t consist of hormonal angst peppered with meaningful song lyrics and the occasional rant against a homework assignment that just seemed SO UNFAIR.  Blogs have apparently matured since my high school self obsessed over who did or didn’t dance with me at the annual Snow Ball. 

Although--now that I think on it, the more “Baby with the Bathwater” seems to have in common with my prolific livejournaling self of yore.  Hormonal angst?  Check!  My character, Helen, even says “estrogen” and “testosterone” within the first scene.  Gender confusion, messy relationships, and inappropriate seductions abound--admittedly, my high school drama never got much farther than “does he think I’m pretty or not,” but the comparison can still be made (I’m sure I thought I was as compelling as “Baby with the Bathwater”). 

Meaningful song lyrics?  Never will you hear “A Bicycle Built for Two” the same way again. And don’t get me started on “Happy Birthday” or the theme song to the Mickey Mouse Club.  Sure, they’re no *N SYNC ballad, but Christopher Durang knows what he’s doing with his choice of songs.

And, yes, there are even lengthy rants against homework assignments.  Daisy rips apart an assignment on Gulliver’s Travels --something anybody who has ever faced an essay about Brobdingnag or Lilliput has no doubt fantasized about.

Despite the comparisons, I think you’ll be pleased to know that “Baby with the Bathwater” is decidedly much more entertaining, clever, intense, and all around more enjoyable than I ever was in high school; therefore, I’ll spare you the link to my high school livejournal.  You’ll thank me.  But if you come see “Baby with the Bathwater” this Friday or Saturday, you’ll thank me even more!

Contributed by Anne Colpitts, cast member, Baby with the Bathwater (PlaYces)