Aw thanks Laura!

No haters only lovers.

PGP (Players gonna Play)

Hurray!!!

Woohoo!

The phrase burrowed into my imagination. It travelled with me as I began a PhD that attempted to find wonder in quotidian acts of queer dissent. It stayed with me as I sifted for wonder in increasingly dreary pandemic walks. And now here it is, quite literally burrowed into my skin.

At this moment, even our wisecracking protagonist, Benedict, claims he is “so attired in wonder” that his words fail him. What a curious and lovely turn of phrase, what an odd point in the proceedings to invoke wonder.

There was much to love in much ado, but the thing I found myself lingering on was an exchange that comes in the aftermath of a brutally called off wedding. For these characters, their worlds have collapsed in a matter of seconds, based off what will later turn to out to be an untrue allegation.

I first heard this phrase on a late 2013 evening in Ann Arbor, watching my first Shakespeare production. The show was Much Ado About Nothing, & it knocked the breath out of me. In the years that followed, I found myself returning to it repeatedly, finding fresh delights in a 500ish yr old romcom.