After 9/11 I was convinced things were going to change. The culture would be relevant again, I thought. More naively, I believed patriotism would no longer be cheapened by the garish excesses of halftime shows and the like. Instead we got Hooray for Everything with a condescending twang.
I’ve seen “The Nutcracker” at least 15 times, counting field trips and my niece’s yearly performances. Yet I’ve never understood what I was watching, mainly because I didn’t care. Today I paid attention and still have no clue. “Some rich kid has an acid trip on Christmas Eve” was one friend’s interpretation. Made sense, but […]