On the way to do the show tonight I passed a poster for the currently playing puppet version of “The Women of Troy” as I opened the door and went down the stairs, through the gunmetal grey narrow basement hallway, past the broken piano and up the back stairs to the sound of the music from “Radnevsky’s Real Magic” playing in the other theatre on my way to the dressing room I share with 10 other women clowns. Are we in a variety entertainment ghetto?