GEORGIA XANTHOPOULOU’s monologue, “The Game’, is so reminiscent of what I remember of my youth. I was the one coming in last. I wasn’t big, certainly not strong, definitely shy. When the one who we all admired spoke, it was like ‘The Word’. Thus, the game was in reality fixed. Later, as I moved into adulthood, I felt compelled to adhere to the Rules (expectations, limitations, obstacles) that Society (The Ruling Class) dictated as being ‘good, right and proper’. This monologue spoke to me.
GEORGIA XANTHOPOULOU’s monologue, “The Game’, is so reminiscent of what I remember of my youth. I was the one coming in last. I wasn’t big, certainly not strong, definitely shy. When the one who we all admired spoke, it was like ‘The Word’. Thus, the game was in reality fixed. Later, as I moved into adulthood, I felt compelled to adhere to the Rules (expectations, limitations, obstacles) that Society (The Ruling Class) dictated as being ‘good, right and proper’. This monologue spoke to me.