I found the first two minutes of Rachel Oates intolerable to get through. It was impossible to watch long enough to get to the poems. My god. And the whole mean spirited thing is so uninteresting. There are ways to eviscerate somebody's work without coming across as superficial and more engaged with one's dog than the material at hand. Rachel Oates' show is crying out for an editor, if not a director, and may be even someone write up a script, too, I think. Seriously.