I never read these things. The headline and excerpt are enough. Holy crap! This woman is decidedly stupid!
People like that author are the reason I rarely go to the theatre or even movies. I end up so annoyed at other patrons that I can’t enjoy the show. At the last Broadway show I went to, the guy in back of me was eating something crunchy from a cellophane bag. If I’m on a bus, the crinkly bag and the noisy chomping would be a mild irritant but, at a show, I want to be able to suspend disbelief and be brought into the world the show is creating - and not be brought back to reality every few minutes by the people around me. There are parts of shows where the majority of the audience might chuckle, gasp, clap, or laugh. But the author was apparently the only one behaving this way - she’s altogether too full of herself.
Yes she is. But she feeeeeeels that she is intelligent, sophisticated, witty, and urbane. And she is possessed of WEDS (White Envy Derangement Syndrome) and carries around a chip on her shoulder bigger than her head. That makes it all the funnier when she reveals her true inner ghetto nature.