Given that women directors are about as rare in the professional world as produced women playwrights, you might be able to answer that yourself.
Rather obviously, in last night’s rehearsal I lost my temper.
The why and wherefore aren’t germane – the company was both supportive and forgiving when I apologized. But I have little memory of any other venting director apologizing for that kind of behavior.
I pride myself on running a tight, challenging, fun ship, keeping my hands firmly on the reins (to mix my metaphors) while leaving enough slack for actors to play. Anger, to me, is a personal failing. It also costs me – today is my first migraine in months.
Sometimes explosions are necessary to break logjams, but I try to use explosive laughter or movement – the other night, we had a jumping-jacks break. Last night, not so much.
What are your experiences with anger in rehearsal? How did you handle it on either the giving or receiving end?