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On Terrifying Small Children July 25, 2016

I’m not a mean or evil person. At least I like to think I’m a somewhat decent human. But I was asked in a talk back recently if I felt accomplished when I made small children cry.

I’m playing the Wicked Witch right now, and I know more than one tiny human has had to be rushed out of the theatre by a parental unit because my being onstage caused spontaneous freak outs. I’m supposed to be mean and scary, but I don’t want to make small children cry. I don’t want to contribute to their future need for therapy or make them hate theatre, but what can I do?

I can’t make the witch nice; it’s not part of the story. I don’t think I’d be allowed to make a speech A Midsummer Night’s Dream style about how I’m only an actor and the kids shouldn’t fear me. So the only think I can think to do is continue to frighten small children.

It’s not the first time I’ve scared the poo (possibly literally) out of kids. I played Maleficent once upon a time, and that didn’t sit well with the little ones either.

I don’t want to be the stuff of nightmares, but like Wreck it Ralph and Jack Skellington, it is my lot in life. I must terrorize children, and apparently I do it well. I’m proud of my performance, but no, I’m not glad I made the small children cry. After all, I am a witch, not a monster.

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