BWW Review: IVANKA VS. REALITY at TheatreWorks

I think it's time I came out of the closet. I've lived in the shadows for years and only a few of my closest friends know the truth. After hiding and wallowing in deep shame for far too long, I'm ready to admit I'm an addict. That's right-a reality TV addict. I know. I know. I can already feel your judgmental disdain from miles away, but I can't help myself! Whether it's watching Colton jump the fence for his love on 'The Bachelor' or Richard walking around camp naked no matter how many people it upset on 'Survivor,' I need these 'reality shows' in my life to escape my own personal 'reality.' These reality shows aren't really real, you say? How dare you! My 'Love Island' app on my phone says they're real! Well, here's the truth. I don't care! I'm not seeking truth. I'm seeking escape and I'll take it any way I can get it! Lest you continue to judge, he who is without alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, food, sex, or lottery tickets, may throw the first stone. We all find ways to escape. Reality sucks.