Each character in Terrence McNally's inside-theater homage It's Only a Play is a target for the playwright's relentless barrage of satirical darts — a pretentious British director, an empty-headed producer, a hygiene-challenged critic, and others. They all gather in a New York City townhouse to await the merciless overnight reviews of a budding playwright's Broadway debut. GableStage's expertly paced, imaginatively cast production featured one of the season's best ensembles, but Lourelene Snedeker was the brightest bulb in its marquee. She portrayed McNally's interpretation of another sturdy theatrical archetype, the diva with a drug habit and an ankle bracelet; she showed a perfect combination of regality, crudeness, and haughty showbiz derision. Though McNally's play is a comedy, Snedeker found something tragic in her character's frequent white-powder escapes from reality. By the time she asserted, in her brief Act II soliloquy, "I'm going to go down there and look every one of those motherfuckers in the face... I'm an actress, a damn good one," she had found the kind of fire, pathos, and emotional hurt that didn't seem to exist on the page.

In A Minister's Wife, GableStage's musical comedy of manners, mores, and marriage at the turn of the 19th Century, Christian Vandepas played the show's unorthodox disrupter: a shy, retiring poet named Eugene Marchbanks, who falls madly in love with Laura Hodos' title character. Fighting her blustery husband (Jim Ballard) for her cosseted affections, Vandepas embodied Marchbanks as the sensitive beta to Ballard's barrel-chested alpha male. Conjuring, at first, the sort of awkward loners Crispin Glover used to play in cult movies, Vandepas's contribution deepened along with Marchbanks' love. It was a performance of smitten effervescence, a catalog of reverential gazes and lost-puppy affectation, commanding our attention even when he wasn't saying anything. More than anyone else onstage, he transcended the show's problematic operetta parts, which often felt like they were intruding on a great play. He may have been the naive boy to Ballard's towering man, but music proved the gateway to this poet's romantic soul. Audiences left the theater a little lovelier after hearing him reveal it.

Adrienne Arsht Center for the Performing Arts
Justin Namon

Watching Zoetic Stage's sportive Rapture, Blister, Burn felt like auditing a semester in Post-Feminist Theory. If that sounds dense, dull, and white-paperish, it wasn't. In fact, it was funny, revealing, and intellectually raucous. The cast was perfectly chosen to personify their generations, genders, and viewpoints. There was Mia Matthews as Catherine, a statuesque writer of impenetrable feminist tomes with a rocky romantic past; Margery Lowe played her ex-roommate, now unhappily married to Catherine's former lover; Todd Allen Durkin (or Stephen G. Anthony) portrayed that divisive man, who has settled into a middle age of beer bellies and creative rigor mortis; Barbara Bradshaw played Catherine's spunky mother; and Lexi Langs was a jaded millennial who enrolls in Catherine's summer feminist seminar. They formed a clashing Hydra of opinions on topics spanning from Phyllis Schlafly to porn addiction and horror movies. A marriage imploded and was reconstructed as the play meandered to its denouement, but it was the cast's impressive verbal jousting that kept this potentially dry production whip-smart. It would have made Betty Friedan proud — when it wasn't driving her crazy.

Actors' Playhouse at the Miracle Theatre
Photo by Diego Pocovi

For Actors' Playhouse's production of The Toxic Avenger: The Musical, Gene Seyffer and Jodi Dellaventura were tasked with envisioning a New Jersey cityscape overwhelmed by garbage. Tempting as it would have been to simply use Google Earth images of Newark, designers instead developed a unique presentation of a radioactive dystopia that brought to mind graphic novels. You wanted a shower after just looking at it. But there was more to the precise arrangements of leaking toxic vats than met the eye. Each hazardous container ended up transforming smoothly into another object in a future scene. There was the desk in the corrupt mayor's office, the Toxic Avenger's couch, and the bedroom furniture of his beloved blind damsel. Then there was the immaculately gross tower of trash at center stage, to which an audience member on opening weekend added her own discarded wine cup — a decision that, in its highly offensive way, complemented the designers on their authenticity.

Shirley's at Gramps

Some comedy venues ask that revelers stick to a two-drink minimum. But visitors to Gramps' monthly showcase, Late-Nite Comedy, are lucky if they can leave standing up. That's an exaggeration, but honestly, what better place is there for locals to cut their teeth in comedy than in front of a dive-bar crowd? Every last Tuesday of the month, drinkers warm up at happy hour and file into Shirley's back room for standup that runs the gamut from laugh-out-loud to totally avant-garde. It's a rad scene, something fresh and hot in South Florida. It's so hot, in fact, that it inspired Hannibal Buress to hang around and perform a surprise set the next day. Quincy Jones used the venue to deliver an uproarious good time. So Shirley's continues to expand in the funny direction. It's warm and inviting, and with a capacity of about 100 standing, it offers the chance for once-in-a-lifetime intimate comic experiences. Just try not to heckle. They'll totally kick you out.

On her Instagram, her bio reads "directing vibes," but Julieanna Goddard, AKA YesJulz, does more than that. She has turned partying into a full-time job. Not only does this make her one of the city's most powerful entrepreneurs, but she's also fun to follow on social media. Her Snapchat is where she really shows off, but her Instagram boasts 350,000 followers and counting. From jet-setting all over the country to showing her sense of style and music, Goddard elevates her social game from millennial narcissist to leading tastemaker. Her social is so hot that in April, the Champagne Papi himself, Drake, had Goddard meet with his fans and hand out T-shirts in Wynwood. She repaid him by getting #VIEWS trending locally. Because whatever YesJulz touches turns to social media gold.

Kristen Hewitt has her hands full: She's a wife, a mother of two adorable young girls, a social media consultant, and one of the most prominent faces you'll see when you turn on Fox Sports Sun. Yet Hewitt also has a blog, Mommy in Sports. It is a wonderfully honest look inside the life of not only Hewitt raising her two girls but also others' similar experiences. The blog mixes content such as kids' activities, funny or educational stories, and advice from guests. There are also tidbits and video interviews related to Hewitt's daytime job. For any young woman looking for a role model, Hewitt is about as good as it gets. Mommy in Sports draws in readers who don't love sports, as well as those who don't have children. It's a testament to the quality of the content and writing. In an increasingly DIY world where people seek out information and advice on the web, Hewitt's blog stands out. Add it to your favorites tab.

In the post-internet age, social media is often the key to success. But no one will ever be as savvy or meme-worthy as DJ Khaled. He's the best. All he does is win. Just know. Business is booming. LION!! He's a human catch-phrase factory, and he's not even trying. He has a restaurant, a clothing line, a record label, a headphone brand, and more charted hip-hop megahits than many radio DJs can even dream of. But most of all, he has the keys to success. He's a generous god, and he welcomes the world into his home every five minutes via Snapchat. Watch him bless up every morning, come downstairs, and see what Chef D has for breakfast (probably turkey bacon and, of course, water). See him talk while on the treadmill. See him water his angels. See him get lost on a Jet Ski or drink apple Cîroc with Diddy and Rick Ross. Watch him Snap from his shower. Watch him violently rub cocoa butter all over his face. Jay Z is his manager. What does any of this mean? Who is filming when he's getting his daily massage? LION!! They don't want us to watch DJ Khaled, so of course, we're going to watch DJ Khaled more.

After being booted from Gawker last summer when the site's staff unionized, Lauderdale Lakes native Adam Weinstein packed his bags for Miami and joined Fusion as a senior editor. Whether riffing on the latest in pop culture, railing on corporate media, or ranting about sycophantic politicians, his Twitter feed is an amusing and smart take on the day's news. Miami followers appreciate his tweets about life in South Florida where, as he once wrote, "The Fanta flows like water." He's a guy who has literally parked his car and stepped out of the driver's seat for a smoke break in the middle of a standstill on the Palmetto Expressway. That's a Florida Man worth following.

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In a sea of tree-climbing, swamp-diving showboat TV reporters, Tony Pipitone of WTVJ/NBC 6 stands out for his even temper and matter-of-fact delivery. Where others rely on anecdotal man-on-the-street interviews to get a sound bite, Pipitone uses cold, hard facts to show viewers exactly how they're getting screwed. For instance, he recently analyzed data from 44,000 local trauma center admissions and found a huge disparity in the cost of treatment. Those chops undoubtedly come from Pipitone's background as a former newspaper reporter in Baltimore, followed by 26 years as an investigative TV reporter in Orlando. Since his move to Miami in 2014, he has tackled everything from shady charter school operators to Florida's hit-and-run epidemic. And with 12 Suncoast Emmys and six Edward R. Murrow Awards, he has the hardware to prove he's the real deal.

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