Dear Evan Hansen: What the Holy Hell!?!?
Nov 6 · 4 min read
My kid was fine but I needed a brown paper bag and a life coach.
Shame on me, but in fairness, you lulled me into a false sense of security with that cloyingly upbeat soundtrack which my 13-year old daughter shoved down my throat in the car.
“Do you like it??” she asked me, clearly eager for me to get on board.
