Skiz and I just saw Age of Arousal at the Shaw Festival. Set in the 1880s, it’s a play about female emancipation, sexual awakening and Remington typewriters. You’re warned when you buy your ticket that the play’s sexual content might put some people off. Quite a risky move since most of the patrons are old, pink Nibblers out for a weekend of fudge and farce. After intermission the attendance was noticeably lighter and proffered only polite applause. Imagine the Hurlburts driving back to Rochester, Bob appalled by the use of the word ‘quif’ and Diane contemplative over two women kissing.
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