When Woke Muthaf***as Ain't
A Monologue in Three Acts, in which I tell a single tale of misogyny within the Rhode Island theatre scene. ACT I, scene 1 Several years ago, I was introduced to a local theatre practitioner that we’ll call Mr. Magic. Mr. Magic and I got along fabulously, saying we should work together at some point. Interestingly enough, I did work with his theatre. For free. Unpaid. A friendly favor. Women are often asked to do work for free; the same work for which men are paid. In this case, I was asked to use my education and expertise to help them with an administrative issue they were having. I was more than happy to do so based on what I perceived as a jovial friendship. Mr. Magic would give me friendly relationship advice and make comments about my body, even going so far as to mention making babies with me at one time. I laughed it off because A) that sort of behavior from men was a normalized part of my existence because it happe...