Go See This Show: Diagnosing The Present

Cause Nadine aka MissTA is the Artistic Director at Stone Soup and she said so (and she's never been wrong yet, so....)

April 18-May 3, 2009
Richmond Shepard Theatre
309 E. 26th Street, NYC
Tickets: $18
$15 with canned food donation for GMHC

From the dark days of the bubonic plague to America’s current medical care crisis, history has proven time and again that one’s health is much more than a personal matter. Politicized, bureaucratized and monetarily valued, the condition of our physique is the most intimate,yet most socially wide-reaching measure of our species. In the context of the current war raging over universal health coverage, how much is a society responsible for the well-being of its members? For Stone Soup’s eighth season, the company plans to tackle one of America’s most heated debates - the care of human body.

MISS TRANSIT AUTHORITY: S is for 'Schadenfreude' not 'Shuttle'

When we ride, we paradoxically indulge and confront our own prejudices, flaws and superiority complexes when observing the parenting styles of people we don't know.

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EVERYONE: MEET NADINE, AKA MISSTA; NADINE: MEET EVERYONE

Yo, so Nadine, aka MissTA has been writing for us for awhile now, and for some crazy reason (i.e. I'm a lazy assed fuckup), I never managed to put up her intro.

If you know anything about anything, then you're already well aware of the fact that she totally rocks. In fact, she's the only other humanoid currently writing for FIPS who has NEVER received any negative comments....EVER (trust me, this is a major feat to behold....and no one better fuck it up now by leaving some "you suck, bizzatch!" nastiness down below). Basically we just publish her shit and people send in fan mail.

Anyway, here's some more scoop about her in her own words: People mistake my 'thinking' face for 'concerned' or 'confused'. I run like Brad Pitt in Burn After Reading (fist pounding and high jumps). I direct and produce for Stone Soup Theatre Arts, a socially relevant theatre company. My interests include Sandra Lee's boobs, raising one eyebrow, drunk hugging, and not putting small holes in the wall during inversions in yoga.

Stay tuned for way more of her subway shenanigans.

MISS TRANSIT AUTHORITY: A GUIDE TO ST. PATRICK'S DAY

This St. Patrick's Day, in the hopes of preserving a proud and storied tradition of throwing up on East 88th street, I offer you a brief, useful formula for avoiding needless (and of COURSE) undeserved hassle
if you feel like getting shitfaced anywhere but inside (since your uncle's somebody's mistress was Irish. Or Brazilian. Or, whatever).

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MISS TRANSIT AUTHORITY: Homo, Euro or Auto(Cad): A Study in Generalizations

I like looking at men on the subway.

So do you. Even you straight guys. Please.

And though this city is the epicenter of hot dick, there's great potential for embarrassment, rejection, or plain misinterpretation based on appearance. As I'm especially drawn to assertive style and atypical facial hair, I occasionally cannot distinguish between whether or not a gentleman is European, an architect, or gay, and thus if he's making eyes at my tits, my shoes, or my brother. Though I try to avoid all three prototypes for my own metro romance, I feel it necessary to share this primer to help riders know whom to solicit directions of, whether going to Marquis, Pieces, or that Zaha Hadid thing in the park. Thank me later.

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MISS TRANSIT AUTHORITY: Classon G to Metropolitan L; Misc

You probably thought MTA stood for "Metro Transit Authority," but round here it stands for "Miss Transit Authority." Every couple of weeks, Nadine (aka MissTA) will take you for a ride on the rails (or, fuck it, on a bus) like you've never taken before. Whenever possible, real pics and names will be used to embarrass people, cause what do we care?

I stare at subway advertisements, hard, and get close, disturbingly close, in order to relate ideas so estranged from reality - waffle meat patty sandwiches, 'Rock of Love's' STD cocktails, Renee Zellweger - to my own. Since I quit therapy, they're useful vehicles for self-actualization.

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MISS TRANSIT AUTHORITY: 2 train, Wall Street to Eastern Parkway; 3:49 am, Saturday

You probably though MTA stood for "Metro Transit Authority," but round here it stands for "Miss Transit Authority." Every couple of weeks, Nadine (aka MissTA) will take you for a ride on the rails (or, fuck it, on a bus) like you've never taken before. Whenever possible, real pics and names will be used to embarrass people, cause what do we care?

You know that moment on the subway? After the spirited exit from a bar, a cab deemed too decadent until the foot shifting, buzz-flattening 20 minutes on the platform, the preview to a late-night MTA funhouse? And you look at your phone, see you left the party 58 minutes ago, noting you're not drunk OR home? Not home at all?

This slumping gentleman is in Acceptance, the 5th stage of grief for his Saturday night, and his emotional voyage was more remarkable than any of the surrounding metropolitan horrors I could capture.

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