Someday, when I’m rich and famous, I’ll have my own dressing room with a responsive thermostat and at least 35 watts of lighting. Until then, I’ll continue to prep for burlesque and comedy shows in a variety of dim, crowded green rooms that seasonally vacillate between frigid and sweltering. If these tiny purgatories didn’t contain some excellent people, they wouldn’t be half as much fun, which the same thing I would expect to say about an actual Purgatory. I’ve been in a green room that also serves as the utility locker for the building’s main HVAC unit. I’ve been in a “green... Read More