More Lunacy
Tom Stoppard's play, Jumpers, was one of the first plays I saw in Toronto when I first moved there to go to school. I saw more plays after that because my boyfriend was best friends with an acting student (who is still an actor - he plays menacing characters in Hollywood movies and supposedly dated Mick Jagger's daughter, although, if true, she must like her men like she likes her flowers - "gay in springtime", if you catch my drift).
Anyway, the leading lady did/does the entire play in the nude, in her bedroom, musing about the moon. Man has just landed on it, you see, thereby destroying moonlore and causing her to drift into a depression over the future of art and poetry. The theme resonated with me because I'm at odds with where man seeks to go, too (heheh - and it's funny how it's pretty much a bisexual "highway", when you really stop and think about it) - particularly in terms of space travel and going where no man has gone before.
Also, thinking about space gives me the willies, whereas "The Man In The Moon Is A Lady" from Mame is one of my favourite showtunes.
So yeah - fuck you, Trekkies.
