This little gem reminds me of the passage in Israel Zangwill's "The Melting Pot" which makes the point that if you put four critics in a room, they will conclude either they've heard a good piece performed well, a good piece performed badly, a bad piece performed well, or a bad piece performed badly. I'm sure playwright Martin has his eye winking at the arbitrariness of judging all types of competitions, but he makes the joke funnier by letting on only 2/3 through that the artists are little girls (who don't give a crap and become friends). And the names!
This little gem reminds me of the passage in Israel Zangwill's "The Melting Pot" which makes the point that if you put four critics in a room, they will conclude either they've heard a good piece performed well, a good piece performed badly, a bad piece performed well, or a bad piece performed badly. I'm sure playwright Martin has his eye winking at the arbitrariness of judging all types of competitions, but he makes the joke funnier by letting on only 2/3 through that the artists are little girls (who don't give a crap and become friends). And the names!