At the end of the day, we all know the truth. We know what it feels like and sounds like. It isn’t something that can be faked. If you didn’t like my play, I’ll know it. And you’ll know I know it. So why not just be a pal? At the end of the show, wrap your arms around me and congratulate me. I’ll know what you really felt. And I’ll be thankful that my friends like and respect me even when they don’t like my work.It's precisely this type of naked emotional neediness that makes non-theater people hate theater people. It makes me hate them, too. Oversensitive playwrights need to get over themselves, or go into therapy, or something other than asking people to hand over their money and then demand validation on top of it. If you're not confident enough to defend your work, don't put it out there. Put it in your journal -- not your PUBLIC BLOG, but your super-secret-in-the-bedside-table-diary -- and leave your friends and everyone else alone. Because in the real world, you have to give and take, not just take.
(Unless Shinn is kidding, in which case this article is HILARIOUS.)