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My overall impression
Christine Covode’s brainchild “Dear Mom, Sorry for Being a Bitch” is a charming work comprised of outlandish anecdotes that are simultaneously hilarious, touching, and vulnerable. Covode traces her adolescence through animated tales of awkwardness and social reckonings during her middle school, high school and early college experiences. In addition to a series of crushes and quasi-boyfriends, each scene includes the presence of Covode’s mother, effectively portrayed by one of Covode’s comrades. We witness, with all too much familiarity, the process of Christine coming to understand her mom as a sentient person with thoughts and feelings of her own, and a person largely undeserving of years of her daughter’s developmental angst. Through consistently amusing and empathic représentations of her younger selves, Covode creates a unique and irresistible comedic space. I went to this show on a whim and am so grateful I did.
