Just finished reading Theresa Rebeck’s Spike Heels, a play that really knocked my socks off for being so funny, satisfying, and irritating at the same time. She rewrote the Pygmalion myth–not Shaw necessarily, nor My Fair Lady, but a thing all her own, and a beautiful one. (I reckon this is what artists do, isn’t it? I’m sure trying.) While I found Rebeck’s introduction a little disingenuous, I accept the premise that she’s a playwright who happens to be a woman rather than a feminist who uses plays to effect sociopolitical ends.