Thursday

I'd rather be wicked than a stupid goody-two-shoes anyday

Gregory Maguire's Wicked has been brought to stage in NYC. Awesome. After reading the book, I would try to explain how it really was in Oz: "You don't understand, man. The ruby slippers were not for Glinda to give away. They didn't belong to her. And Elphaba was allergic to water. That's why she melted when that stupid Dorothy poured it all over her."

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