Hello, it’s me, Steven, Knicks fan, and an unabashedly-shameless proponent of overt tanking.

Hello, it’s me, Steven, Knicks fan, and an unabashedly-shameless proponent of overt tanking.
Critical circles perpetuate two schools of thought concerning artistic canons that really piss me off.
Now THIS is what I’m talking about.
Live theatre, by its very nature, is a practical art form.
And now for an addendum to my initial musings on Hot Ones, necessary because, after watching its standout new episodes, I think I finally discovered at least one more of its secret sauces that makes this unlikely shebang so dynamically explosive.
I grew up adamantly insisting on separating the art from the artist.
Late-night talk-show interviews are the bane of my existence.
The total and complete shitshow otherwise known as Fyre Festival is the gift that keeps on giving.
We here at Write All Nite endorse experimentations of all kinds.
I rarely get political here on Write All Nite (unless I’m evaluating a particularly political work of art).