• A picture of Tony Adler

When you’re a critic, somebody always hates you. Just the other day I got into a big, bloated online argument with some burlesque fans who took umbrage at my insensitive, reactionary, misogynistic, ignorant, insufficiently awestruck review of Temple of Boobs. These people were really pissed off. It’d be awful if they should happen to find out that I’ll be at the Chicago Book Expo this weekend, moderating a Reader-sponsored panel called “The Playwright as Writer.” Word of that gets around, they’ll be sure to show up—and then I’m toast.