What was interesting to me about the production, besides my personal connection to the material, and my fondness for the work of its wunderkind director, Alex Timbers, was that the dialogue was made up entirely of actual comments about the sushi scandal, taken from internet chatter on websites of all different shapes and sizes (a similar construct to My First Time, which I have another personal connection to).

It was another example of what I call “Theater 2.0.”

And the good news is that this playlet was more fun than a fish fry.

Unfortunately, the party pooper (also known as Piven) ended the fun the next day when he slapped The Public with a cease and desist letter, threatening to sue.

Sigh.

I wrote a long blog about my feelings regardingThe Piv’s premature e-lawsuit-ulation, and where exactly I think he ranks on the douche-o-meter.

Unfortunately, my lawyers advised me not to post it.

So, I’ll just say this . . .

To the writers of The Piven Monologues:

It would give me great pleasure to produce your show . . . but only if we do it in LA.

And we can give the proceeds to this charity.

Give me a call.

(In true “The show must go on even in the face of legal action” style, The Public is going ahead with the second performance of The Piven Monologues.  More info here.)