WARNING: Motherhood is not for the faint of heart...and neither is this play.
Meat Suit, or the shitshow of motherhood, written and directed by Aya Ogawa, is a gloriously genre-defying theatrical carnival that plunges audiences into the raw, hilarious chaos of being a mom. Performed by mothers for mothers, or those who love mothers, or simply those who have mothers, this play blends bouffon-inspired physicality, sharp satire, original songs, and total absurdity. Beneath the bedlam and humor, Meat Suit confronts a deeper theme: how every birth triggers quiet deaths — the mother’s autonomy, sense of self, and personal desire — and whether anything of the person she was survives. Come laugh, cringe, and cry through the unfiltered mess no one warned you about.
Meat Suit, or the shitshow of motherhood, written and directed by Aya Ogawa, is a gloriously genre-defying theatrical carnival that plunges audiences into the raw, hilarious chaos of being a mom. Performed by mothers for mothers, or those who love mothers, or simply those who have mothers, this play blends bouffon-inspired physicality, sharp satire, original songs, and total absurdity. Beneath the bedlam and humor, Meat Suit confronts a deeper theme: how every birth triggers quiet deaths — the mother’s autonomy, sense of self, and personal desire — and whether anything of the person she was survives. Come laugh, cringe, and cry through the unfiltered mess no one warned you about.