By definition, according to many social critics, theoreticians, and philosophers, I am a millennial. I had no particular say in the label that was branded on my generation. I find it odd that we inherited an age where it has never been easier to create art, but we also gained access to a period where, at least with regards to the modern era, it has never been more discouraged by socio-economic conditions. I also just so happen to be a couple of months younger than actor/writer/director/producer Lena Dunham. She very easily could have sat next to me in high school. I have met many people who worship her work and I’ve met many people who despise it to their cores. Either way, she seems to spark cultural conversations that extend far beyond herself. This was my interest in the subject.
Ultimately, this play is not about Lena Dunham. It’s about American culture. It’s about our obsession with entertainment and our desperation to be entertained. It’s about privilege and the responsibilities that come with it, even if we choose not to accept those responsibilities. In an age where the line between entertainment and culture has been entirely erased, in an age where half of the country is in or near poverty, and in an age where bullies are cheered and victims are blamed, it seems likely that something will have to give. I’m not sure what it is exactly, but I can certainly imagine how anyone who constantly meets adversity at every turn can snap. This is one of those stories.
– Sergio Castillo