Sunday, November 16, 2008

You can't book a flight to the Midwest. I saw a play a couple of weeks ago where the man was working on a project in "the Midwest" and had a mistress "in the Midwest", had to catch an early plane to "the Midwest", etc. Perhaps the author envisions that while the Midwest may be a region of the country, it's probably like New York where if you flew into Newark, LaGuardia, or JFK, you'd hop on some other transport and get where you're going in some reasonable amount of time. Good luck catching the subway from Chicago to Minneapolis. At the same show, a seat neighbor was talking about another play she'd seen that week, Mouth to Mouth, about a gay dude who gives the son of a friend the titular treatment then turns him gay or kills him or something. Anyway, the woman was telling us that even though the play was written seven years ago, she was kind of shocked at the way the play wasn't an affirming treatment of homosexuality. "Like I could see where it might work out west," she said, "but for us, well, I was almost shocked, it wasn't very positive." What she meant was 'one of those big states where people are farmers or hillbillies and sometimes vote for parties other than mine'. Out West, like the Midwest, is going to be tricky to find on the departures screen, though maybe not if Pony Express Airlines is still flying. I'm sure I'd be just as ignorant if I hadn't grown up in the Midwest, more specifically, the Suburbs.

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