And...#Grabthis too

Have you been following the news and gettin' a little queasy? Me too. In order to cope, I wrote a play called YOUR WINGS HAVE EYES (with support from The Farm Theater) which explores the treacherous terrain of gender and sexuality on a college campus. It will have it's first public reading at the awesome Geva Theater in Rochester, NY on October 19th, so give your immune system a rest and DVR the debate and join us!

From Geva:

"Asked to write about how gender influences behavior among young people, playwright Micheline Auger has crafted a tale of youth, trust, betrayal, fear, and self-realization.  The play was commissioned by the Farm Theater in New York City to be produced at three different colleges, beginning with The College at Brockport, this academic year (directed by Frank Kuhn).  Students from Brockport have been working with the playwright since last spring as she has developed the script. A conversation with the playwright will follow the reading."  

I'd love to hear you and your friend's thoughts before we go into production in Brockport, Florida and Kentucky (then head home to NYC!) My hope is that it will grab people by the heart. #grabthat 

Reserve your free seats here.

The Farm Report: When Gender is a Burden

The Farm Report: When Gender is a Burden

When I was a little girl, I thought it was going to be awesome to be a woman. My favorite TV shows were the Bionic Woman, Wonder Woman and reruns of Isis (the goddess, not the terrorist group.) I grew up in the 70's during the "sexual revolution" and even though I was aware that women were often portrayed in the media as being "less than", there was a movement going on. It was called the Equal Rights Movement and at seven, I was rocking an ERA NOW! shirt and received the antithesis of a verbal high-five by a grown man who said "Fuck the ERA."

Regardless of that and the fact that one of Saturday Night Live's more popular skits had the loudly-applauded line "Jane, you ignorant slut," I was optimistic. According to one commercial, being a woman meant I could 'bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never ever let you forget you're a man.' This seemed like a pretty good thing. I mean, who doesn't like bacon? The women I saw in the billboards and ads were sexy and powerful. Farrah Fawcett was plastered everywhere in her iconic red bathing suit and at eight, I was flipping my hair in the bathroom and practicing my smile. I knew I had brains, but someday I'd get boobs too.