On Thursday, Kai-Kai called me at 5:30 with the great news, "Ren got Little Jake!" Little Jake is Annie (in Annie Get Your Gun)'s little brother. It's probably the best role he, as a 6th grader, could have gotten.
"Wow!" I said. "What did you get?"
"Frieda, Wilson's wife, it's an OK part, but Ren got Little Jake!"
Later, when they got home, Ren was exultant. "I've got 23 lines! Kai has 17."
My two younger kids tried out a couple of weeks ago for "Annie Get your Gun" (read here for how the family reacted to watching the movie), but the first weeks of rehearsal were basically ongoing auditions.
Last week I wrote on toilet paper, equality and justice, where I argued that life isn't fair and sometimes for good reasons--that boys' needs for toilet paper and girls' needs for toilet paper are just different and it's OK to treat them differently. But today, I'm writing about the other side.
Boy parts are just better than girl parts and it's just wrong.
Ren, in his first outing as a 5th grader, played Robert, steward to the king, in Sleeping Beauty. Robert had 24 lines.
However, it's funny how my perspective shifts. As Kai-Kai's mom, I feel outraged that musicals provide excellent boy parts while shafting the girls. What's wrong with our society? What's going on here? We should change as many boy parts as we can into girl parts so we can not only get some justice, but also watch a better show!
All to say, it's not surprising there's no justice in musical theatre (or the world)--clearly there's no justice in me.