Used to be, it was the girls who got the boys – the ones with boyfriends, lots of them, or a really cute one they held on to. Then it was the girls who looked put together no matter what they did – the ones with the culturally desirable genetic structure, the ones who could buy any old thing off the rack and look amazing in it.
Then, those with money. Those with husbands. Those with kids. Those with a house or livable apartments.
But always, the ones with success, the ones on TV, on film, on Broadway, written about in American Theatre magazine or reviewed in the New York Times, the ones who worked with the people I wanted to work with the ones with good press photos the ones who worked and worked.