Hate Mail may be one of the smartest things I have ever read (okay, mostly-read. I'm going to have to order the rest of it, because I need to see what happens. Not want to. Need to.). It is SO absolutely right about 99.9repeating percent of the female artists in NYC... "May I suggest...Marxism." and 'Don't take your medication, it's your life of unexamined privilege that's getting you down" are basically what passes for "deep advice" in that particular ideological corner of the city. And Dahlias actually exist. Like, hundreds, if not thousands of them. Waiting for their own, personal, amoral sugar daddies to tell them how special they are and what geniuses they are artistically and so on, and whisk them away to... Well, everything in the play. Bill Corbett and Kira Obolensky are geniuses. Real ones. It would be a major artistic felony if they stopped writing plays.