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the Bear, all things are pure. Or food.
The Bear supposes the famous Shakespeare notation "dressed as a girl," from which we probably don't really get the word "drag" as in "drag queen," is doubly unnecessary today with an all-nude, all-female cast of the Tempest.
Funny, productions that feature the nude female form are not a new thing. ("Body freedom" might be, though.) The Metro East area features many such venues advertising dollar bill ballets. The Bear reckons the strippers are more honest than these women, although they will never get praise from Salon, and Huffington Post. And sorry, thespianettes au naturel, but the strippers are making a lot more than you, and not paying taxes on much of it, either.
(Strippers attract drugs; and drugs attract crime like a snow covered dunghill still attracts flies, if you are wondering how the Bear came to be an expert on strippers, as well. Metro East strip clubs are run by biker gangs, and are only slightly more dangerous places than Kandahar Province.)
And it has to be said. The Bear hopes that in the far distant future, he shall die without ever having beheld a stage full of naked feminists.
The free, all-female, mostly nude production of The Tempest that received international attention and sparked debate about the role of body freedom in women's empowerment this May returns to New York this September. Presented by Torn Out Theater, the production celebrates body freedom and uses storytelling to normalize the nude female form. After the play’s previous staging in Central Park, the company is thrilled to bring the play to the community of Brooklyn and the natural beauty of Prospect Park.
The initial run of The Tempest was hailed as “liberating” (Huffington Post) and “brave and beautiful” (Salon). Feminist website Jezebel described the production as “playing with nudity to explore notions about propriety, civilization, wildness and freedom,” and The Independent added, “in such a busy and eccentric city as New York, these women are braver than most.
"Bear, you have written about a Tarot card that is Luther, a couple of your improbable memoir installments, and now, strippers. When are you going to get back to Francis? I remember when this used to be a Catholic ephemeris. Sure, a slipshod, third-tier Catholic ephemeris, but Catholic, nonetheless!"
Shakespeare was probably Catholic.
Now that the Bear recalls, he saw a film called Prospero's Books, based on the Tempest, which, as far as he can remember, featured nude male extras, although the Bear does not remember that many extras in the play. The Tempest is pretty much Will's version of LOST. The Bear doesn't think he finished the movie, though.
He also witnessed a production of Wagner's The Flying Dutchman at the Teatro Bellini in Catania that featured similar elements, only hanging from the rafters upside down. Fortunately, the Bear and Red Death were in a box, and at least didn't have to worry about any of the actors dropping into our laps.
Why torture Shakespeare in this manner? The Bear has an answer. Because it has to be all about them. We are all familiar with the type that believes something was just incomplete before they came along and made it about their own political hobbyhorses. He is waiting for the Body Freedom Pope video. Imagine the good press from Huffington Post, Salon and Jezebel. That would be one video people would at least watch.
Soon the woodlands will be back to normal, with the Bear aprowl and growling at the Pope, and such.