every day in 2016, write a sentence or a paragraph or a poem that appreciates
musicals
musicals? ack! no, I hate musicals, don't I? haven't I thought they were silly and vapid since I was a child? doesn't matter. no more than I've seen or heard of it, Hamilton has turned that on its head. Hamilton really is art. sigh. and now that I can admit that, I can go back and hear (thank goodness without having to listen to them again) musicals that I've known or known about all my life. oops! Les Miserables was art too, wasn't it? nothing vapid about that. and didn't I really secretly like Seven Brides for Seven Brothers even though I cringed every time they broke into song? all you women who have dragged me to a musical - usually a movie, occasionally on stage - I apologize. I apologize for sitting there rigid, for the disapproval on my face, for the icky feeling crawling on my arms, for my incoherently trying to find something nice to say. crimeney! I have spent a week or more reading a biography of Hamilton, and learned more about him in two hours watching a documentary about the making of Hamilton! oh geez! this is embarrassing. dammit, yes, I appreciate musicals, even if I'm rather stiffly selective about them.
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