Lin-Manuel Miranda’s unlikely combination of personality and artistry has falsely emboldened his fellow goobers into believing they can reach his pinnacle. 

Translation: a goober is a theater kid by a different name, an IYKYK persona, a spiritual essence that permeates their work, even if no one IRL fits comfortably into such square boxes. 

I love these goobers. They’re capable of creating highly-enjoyable goober art.

But Lin is the rare goober with a non-goober pen.

Given the protracted development period for new musicals, New York is starting to see the glorious goobers he inspired with the false confidence to write their own Hamilton. 

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