Thea

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Thea is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between November 05, 2024 and November 05, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as “My sympathies lie with the younger, Thea”. It most often appears alongside 66 Greene St, Adeline Swartzendruber, Agnes Enhtamir.

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  • Category: People
  • Mention count: 1
  • Issue count: 1
  • First seen: November 05, 2024
  • Last seen: November 05, 2024

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November 05, 2024 · Original source
I read at The Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research tonight. Sophia throws a good party. It’s hard to throw a perfect Halloween party. It’s like throwing the perfect holiday party, but even more precise. An endeavor in pure pleasure. I’ve never been to a Halloween party from corporate hell, for example. The BCTR Halloween Party is very perfectly precise. Good costumes (although mine isn’t) a roof that is warm and clear but the breeze is cool and the breeze is bringing in some mist, the breeze is fogging the Manhattan skyline, people are handing out lollipops, someone is doing tarot readings, the costume contest is fun, the costumes are creative enough to merit critique.
I cut my finger on glass on my way to The Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research. There were forces in the smog, I think. Earlier, my water bottle exploded untouched in a canvas tote bag and I stood unmoving while water and then tiny little glass splinters pooled around my feet. My understanding of inertia rendered me incapable of action. Things don’t just explode untouched, and so the explosion confused me. I didn’t move to stop it, I didn’t even move to pull the leaking bag away from my leather boots. There were people around me. They better understood that the laws of inertia can be faulty.
There Are No Diving Pools In Hell seizes me for every second. I’m prepared to like the play - a witty drama of childhood trauma and fraught sisterhood through the glossy lens of a cheerleading story - but I’m prepared to like it in a way that is a bit camp, satire, Jennifer's Body, etc. Instead, this play is wrenching, with a tenderness and sorrow that surprises, and then absorbs me. The story follows two half sisters bonded mostly in their mutual hatred of their emotional abusive, cruel, stage mom mother. The younger sister is a bubbly cheerleader, the older sister a more detached former child actress. My sympathies lie with the younger, Thea, more at first, and then the story winds and unravels and while the play is sharp and funny, by the end I feel genuinely mournful for both.