Since I have an MFA in an aspect of theatre, I’ve read a lot of plays, and I am no stranger to the work of Samuel Beckett.
I first saw a production of Waiting for Godot as a senior in high school while visiting what would become my undergrad theatre department in 2004. I knew nothing about the play, and, while I claimed to be an artsy and intelligent student, I was pretty perplexed by it all.
Waiting for Godot is an existential absurdist play in which two characters, Vladimir and Estragon, are stuck in an eternal loop of limbo in which they are constantly waiting for a character named “Godot” who never comes.
It was the fall of 2007, the beginning of my Senior year of undergrad. I had been curious about the whole topic of “feminism” and “Women’s Studies” and was thrilled that a course could finally fit into my schedule. And I was excited that my professor was going to be Jennifer Young.
Jennifer Young was a young black woman with dreadlocks, barely 30 years old, and was a faculty member of the English department. For my small private Christian college in the midwest, that was all sorts of varieties of progressive. She had spoken at my freshman Convocation ceremony in 2004, and later, would be given the “Outstanding Professor Educator” award by my graduating class in 2008.
And she was awesome. Approachable, relateable, delightful and enthusiastic, she broke down the theories behind “Intersectional Feminism.”