Entertaining in how its housewives bicker and heartbreaking in how their pains bleed through, reading  Les Belles-Sœurs only made me imagine how vivid the performance must be. I did not expect such vivid cursing either. You can see why it caused a stir at the time and, and how revolutionary it must have felt for Québécois to finally make it onto the professional stage. This play feels like a love letter to Tremblay's working-class mother, aunts and possibly sisters, imperfections and all. They are bursting with strife and spirit. It also reminded me to be grateful for the feminists who won rights that allow me to avoid the domestic traps that leave these women so unhappy.