Hah. I saw Rent last week and it's so true.
"His ex, Maureen, referred to as a swoon-inducing diva helplessly chased by would-be lovers of all genders, turns in a ridiculously pretentious performance-art piece about her nightmare trip to “Cyberland,” a commercialized dystopia where cows are forbidden to give milk and are only allowed to produce—insert self-important echo effect—Diet Coke. Her audience is so moved by her capering and her childish, thuddingly obvious symbolism that they riot against the police at her instigation. Meanwhile, Mark’s friend Roger, aware that he’s dying of AIDS, struggles to produce “one song to leave behind… before the sun sets on another empty life.” It’s telling that while “One Song Glory,” Larson’s song about Roger’s need to produce that final, memorable work, is a raw, powerfully emotional character introduction, when Roger does finally write a song and hail it as his masterwork, it’s a slow, repetitive, drippy love ballad to the girl he’s sullenly shoved away throughout the entire show."