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The Sublime, Stupid World of ‘Oh, Mary!,’ Cole Escola’s Surprise Broadway Hit

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A collage showing Cole Escola as Mary Todd Lincoln, historical photos of Mary Todd Lincoln, and other ephemera.

“Oh, Mary!” is the surprise hit of the current Broadway season: an outlandish comedy with an insistently ahistorical premise, depicting Mary Todd Lincoln as a self-involved alcoholic who dreams of becoming a cabaret star.

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Cole Escola in a clip from “Pee Pee Manor.”

The show is the brainchild of Cole Escola, an alt-cabaret performer who, through years of gender-bending sketches on YouTube and onstage, honed the parodic sensibility that informs “Oh, Mary!”

An old photograph of of Mary Todd Lincoln.

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The show’s central element is, of course, Mary herself — a warped version of the onetime first lady. Escola, who wrote the show and stars as Mary, created a character who is somehow both serious and ridiculous.

Escola as Mary, wearing a black gown and curls.

So how did the show’s creative team decide what “Oh, Mary!” should look like? Escola had some ideas.

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A sketch of the black dress costume.

Escola envisioned Mary’s main gown as heavy and black, her curls bouncy and absurd. “I wanted everything to move and to be fun to play with, but I also wanted it to look like she’s trapped,” Escola said.

The black moire dress, inspired by portraits of, and museum exhibitions about, Mary Todd Lincoln, is bell-shaped, with large puffy sleeves and a pointed bodice; the buttons are exaggerated and the trim is outsized. It “alludes to her inner story of having been a cabaret legend,” said Holly Pierson, the costume designer.

Escola on the stage floor in the black gown.

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As the show developed, the dress was shortened, because the more historically accurate floor-length version was causing Escola to trip. “The shortness was necessary for Cole to run around and jump on the desk and do all the stuff on the floor,” Pierson said.

Escola’s bloomers alongside the similar bloomers worn by the queen in the “Alice in Wonderland” cartoon.

The undergarments, which include black tights, white bloomers painted with red hearts, and a ruffled hoop skirt, had to be redesigned several times to make them about five pounds lighter, because the original version was so heavy it impeded Escola’s choreographed movement.

Mary’s hair, a dark brown long bob adorned with curls, is the creation of Leah Loukas, a veteran wig designer. Loukas said the severity of the wig, and its center part, is based on historical images.

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A still from “Gone With the Wind” of Aunt Pittypat with her many curls.

The curls, which bounce as Escola flounces, are inspired by characters including Aunt Pittypat in “Gone With the Wind” …

A still from “Cinderella.”

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… an evil stepsister in “Cinderella,” and a poetry book Loukas had from her own childhood.

A black and white drawing of a girl with curly hair, alongside a gif of Escola flipping their curls.

The number of curls increased as the show transferred to Broadway from downtown and the creative team decided to play up the absurdity, but striking the right balance — the quantity and bounce of the curls that would move but not obscure Escola’s face — required time and testing.

“It took us months to find the magical sweet spot of comedy and functionality,” Loukas said.

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A collage of Escola as Mary, surrounded by old Hollywood actresses.

Escola is a huge fan of old movies and the actresses who starred in them.

Margaret Sullavan

Barbara Stanwyck, and more.

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A clip from “The Heiress.”

Especially influential is “The Heiress,” a 1949 film adapted from Henry James’s “Washington Square,” with an Oscar-winning turn by Olivia de Havilland.

“It’s thematically similar,” Escola said: “A woman who doesn’t fit the role she’s supposed to play, and who may or may not be conspired against by the people who are supposed to love her the most.”

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A collage of Escola as Mary, surrounded by old Hollywood actresses.

“They’re all ingredients in me, and I’m an ingredient in Mary, so there’s just Old Hollywood microplastics throughout the DNA of my Mary Todd Lincoln,” Escola said.

A collage of Escola being held by another character in the play, surrounded by similar embraces from old movies and the cover of a romance novel.

The sets and the staging are informed by a nostalgia for classic cinematic imagery. “Old American tropes are a signature piece of Cole’s work,” said Andrew Moerdyk, one of the scenic designers.

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For example, the brief clutch between Mary and her acting teacher looks like the cover of a romance novel, or a scene from a romantic movie.

A clip from “Gone With the Wind.”

“I’m of course inspired by romance in old movies, whether it’s Scarlett and Rhett or Heathcliff and Cathy,” Escola said, referring to the romantic couplings at the heart of “Gone With the Wind” and “Wuthering Heights.”

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A design mock-up of the saloon set alongside a photo of the real set.

A bar where the Lincolns go to drink looks like a saloon from an old western, with its dark wood and swinging door. Nobody worried about what a bar near the White House actually might have looked like in the 1860s.

An old photo of people drinking in a saloon.

“We looked at Victorian saloons of the period from all over America, and they had this beautiful heavy woodwork, and usually had a mirror,” Moerdyk added. “We wanted to distill it down to the essence of what a saloon was.”

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Silly props from the saloon set.

The set was created by the design collective dots. Moerdyk described the tone as “rigorously stupid.” “Usually we go to great lengths to mask the tops of walls and erase anything phony, but here we leaned into the theateriness of it all,” he said.

A design mockup of the White House office set for the play, alongside the real set.

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The show’s set is meant to be reminiscent of community theater — more stagey than naturalistic, so that when you look at it, you know you’re seeing actors in a play.

The White House office, for example, has two doors on the same side of the room to facilitate actor entrances and exits; the walls are angled to make it easier for audiences on the side of the theater to see.

Zooming in on the two sets of doors.

“That office makes zero sense architecturally — it just looks like a set, and that was intentional,” Sam Pinkleton, the show’s director, said. “Everything is cheated so that the audience can see it.”

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“The directive was, ‘You are not designing a play. You are playing designers designing a play,’” Escola said.

“It’s sort of the straight man to the comedy of the writing. The walls move every time we slam a door, but it’s not a ‘Ha ha, look at this set,’ it’s more ‘Look at how seriously we were taking this play with our limited resources.’ It’s literally the backdrop for the comedy.”

“The books on the shelves are painted spines that are totally flat, and you can see from the side that there are no books there,” Moerdyk said.

“We would never do that usually, but it was really fun to be allowed to be stupid.”

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A collage of the saloon bar with the R U M bottles.

Another example: “The labeling is the most basic version of what a prop would be,” Moerdyk said. “Downtown we didn’t spend any time thinking about what the liquors would be — we just wrote the word ‘Rum’ and ‘Whiskey’ on bottles and stacked them.

“And when we moved to Broadway, we needed to make that idea register to the back of the house, so we ended up labeling them ‘R’ and ‘U’ and ‘M.’ We had a lot of fun thinking about, ‘What is the dumbest version of this idea, and how can we make it be funny?’”

As the show developed, the creative team leaned into the set’s humor. “When we started there were some things that felt too underplayed or muted or naturalistic, like, ‘Oopsie, we’re doing Chekhov,’” Pinkleton said. Instead, he said, the show works best when “everything is taken a step too far.”

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A collage of Escola as Mary, with the Lincoln character, surrounded by reference images of the Lincoln assassination.

The show’s aesthetics get more precise as the story progresses.

An old drawing of the assassination.

For the assassination scene at Ford’s Theater, the designers opted for a greater degree of verisimilitude, imagining that some in the audience would have fairly specific expectations for what that would look like from photographs and paintings depicting the scene.

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“We wanted it to be the punchiest, most recognizable, easy-to-clock symbol of Ford’s Theater,” Moerdyk said.

A design mockup of the theater booth set alongside the real set.

“We tried versions that were high concept, but then Sam said, ‘What if we just put the booth in the middle of the stage, surrounded by darkness,’ and the image of that booth in the dark void is so successful.”

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A collage of Escola as Mary, wearing a blue dress, surrounded by a costume sketch, swatches, and an old drawing.

The blue dress that Mary Todd Lincoln wears in the assassination scene is a good example of how the show’s designers put their own spin on history, informed by midcentury film aesthetics.

Mary Todd Lincoln did have a blue velvet dress, but it’s not what she wore that fateful night, and it wasn’t as vibrant as the outfit in the show.

“Ours is a little more bright and in your face,” said Pierson, the costume designer. “We wanted it to be this empowerment dress — brash and almost tacky.”

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The full moodboard collage.

The show’s design winds up as both a homage and a spoof, made by people who love theater and also laugh about it.

Pinkleton, the director, summed up the approach, saying, “We wanted the whole thing to be a warm embrace of doing a play.”

Cole Escola is scheduled to star in “Oh, Mary!” until Jan. 19, and then Betty Gilpin will step into the title role for eight weeks. Tickets for the show are on sale through June 28; the production has not said who will play Mary Todd Lincoln following Gilpin.

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Every week since 1976, Metropolitan Diary has published stories by, and for, New Yorkers of all ages and eras (no matter where they live now): anecdotes and memories, quirky encounters and overheard snippets that reveal the city’s spirit and heart.

For the past four years, we’ve asked for your help picking the best Diary entry of the year. Now we’re asking again.

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We’ve narrowed the field to the five finalists here. Read them and vote for your favorite. The author of the item that gets the most votes will receive a print of the illustration that accompanied it, signed by the artist, Agnes Lee.

The voting closes at 11:59 p.m. on Sunday, Dec. 21. You can change your vote as many times as you’d like until then, but you may only pick one. Choose wisely.

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Click “VOTE” to choose your favorite Metropolitan Diary entry of 2025, and come back on Sunday, Dec. 28, to see which one our readers picked as their favorite.

Click “VOTE” to choose your favorite Metropolitan Diary entry of 2025, and come back on Sunday, Dec. 28, to see which one our readers picked as their favorite.

Two Stops

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Dear Diary:

It was a drizzly June night in 2001. I was a young magazine editor and had just enjoyed what I thought was a very blissful second date — dinner, drinks, fabulous conversation — with our technology consultant at a restaurant in Manhattan.

I lived in Williamsburg at the time, and my date lived near Murray Hill, so we grabbed a cab and headed south on Second Avenue.

“Just let me out here,” my date said to the cabby at the corner of 25th Street.

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We said our goodbyes, quick and shy, knowing that we would see each other at work the next day. I was giddy and probably grinning with happiness and hope.

“Oh boy,” the cabby said, shaking his head as we drove toward Brooklyn. “Very bad.”

“What do you mean?” I asked in horror.

“He doesn’t want you to know exactly where he lives,” the cabby said. “Not a good sign.”

I spent the rest of the cab ride in shock, revisiting every moment of the date.

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Happily, it turned out that my instinct about it being a great date was right, and the cabby was wrong. Twenty-four years later, my date that night is my husband, and I know that if your stop is first, it’s polite to get out so the cab can continue in a straight line to the next stop.

— Ingrid Spencer

Ferry Farewell

Ferry Farewell

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Dear Diary:

On a February afternoon, I met my cousins at the Staten Island Ferry Terminal. Their spouses and several of our very-grown children were there too. I brought Prosecco, a candle, a small speaker to play music, photos and a poem.

We were there to recreate the wedding cruise of my mother, Monica, and my stepfather, Peter. They had gotten married at City Hall in August 1984. She was 61, and he, 71. It was her first marriage, and his fourth.

I was my mother’s witness that day. It was a late-in-life love story, and they were very happy. Peter died in 1996, at 82. My mother died last year. She was 100.

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Peter’s ashes had waited a long time, but finally they were mingled with Monica’s. The two of them would ride the ferry a last time and then swirl together in the harbor forever. Cue the candles, bubbly, bagpipes and poems.

Two ferry workers approached us. We knew we were in trouble: Open containers and open flames were not allowed on the ferry.

My cousin’s husband, whispering, told the workers what we were doing and said we would be finished soon.

They walked off, and then returned. They said they had spoken to the captain, and they ushered us to the stern for some privacy. As the cup of ashes flew into the water, the ferry horn sounded two long blasts.

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— Caitlin Margaret May

Unacceptable

Unacceptable

Dear Diary:

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I went to a new bagel store in Brooklyn Heights with my son.

When it was my turn to order, I asked for a cinnamon raisin bagel with whitefish salad and a slice of red onion.

The man behind the counter looked up at me.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t do that.”

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— Richie Powers

Teresa

Teresa

Dear Diary:

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It was February 2013. With a foot of snow expected, I left work early and drove from New Jersey warily as my wipers squeaked and snow and ice stuck to my windows.

I drove east on the Cross Bronx Expressway, which was tied up worse than usual. Trucks groaned on either side of my rattling Toyota. My fingers were cold. My toes were colder. Got to get home before it really comes down, I thought to myself.

By the time I got home to my little red bungalow a stone’s throw from the Throgs Neck Bridge, the snow was already up to my ankles.

Inside, I took off my gloves, hat, scarf, coat, sweater, pants and snow boots. The bed, still unmade, was inviting me. But first, I checked my messages.

There was one from Teresa, the 92-year-old widow on the corner.

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“Call me,” she said, sounding desperate.

I looked toward the warm bed, but … Teresa. There was a storm outside, and she was alone.

On went the pants, the sweater, the coat, the scarf, the boots and the gloves, and then I went out the door.

The snow was six inches deep on the sidewalks, so I tottered on tire tracks in the middle of the street. The wind stung my face. When I got to the end of the block, I pounded on her door.

“Teresa!” I called. No answer. “Teresa!” I called again. I heard the TV blaring. Was she sprawled on the floor?

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I went next door and called for Kathy.

“Teresa can’t answer the door,” I said. “Probably fell.”

Kathy had a key. In the corner of her neat living room, Teresa, in pink sweatpants and sweaters, was sitting curled in her armchair, head bent down and The Daily News in her lap.

I snapped off the TV.

Startled, she looked up.

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“Kathy! Neal!” she said. “What’s a five-letter word for cabbage?”

— Neal Haiduck

Nice Place

Nice Place

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Dear Diary:

When I lived in Park Slope over 20 years ago, I once had to call an ambulance because of a sudden, violent case of food poisoning.

Two paramedics, a man and a woman, entered our third-floor walk-up with a portable chair. Strapping me in, the male medic quickly inserted an IV line into my arm.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his partner circling around and admiring the apartment.

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“Nice place you’ve got here.” she said. “Do you own it?”

“Yeah,” I muttered, all but unconscious.

Once I was in the ambulance, she returned to her line of inquiry.

“Do you mind me asking how much you paid for your apartment?”

“$155,000,” I croaked.

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“Wow! You must have bought during the recession.”

“Yeah” I said.

They dropped me off at Methodist Hospital, where I was tended to by a nurse as I struggled to stay lucid.

At some point, the same medic poked her head into the room with one last question:

“You wouldn’t be wanting to sell any time soon, would you?”

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— Melinda DeRocker

Illustrations by Agnes Lee.

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They Witness Deaths on the Tracks and Then Struggle to Get Help

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‘Part of the job’

Edwin Guity was at the controls of a southbound D train last December, rolling through the Bronx, when suddenly someone was on the tracks in front of him.

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He jammed on the emergency brake, but it was too late. The man had gone under the wheels.

Stumbling over words, Mr. Guity radioed the dispatcher and then did what the rules require of every train operator involved in such an incident. He got out of the cab and went looking for the person he had struck.

“I didn’t want to do it,” Mr. Guity said later. “But this is a part of the job.”

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He found the man pinned beneath the third car. Paramedics pulled him out, but the man died at the hospital. After that, Mr. Guity wrestled with what to do next.

A 32-year-old who had once lived in a family shelter with his parents, he viewed the job as paying well and offering a rare chance at upward mobility. It also helped cover the costs of his family’s groceries and rent in the three-bedroom apartment they shared in Brooklyn.

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But striking the man with the train had shaken him more than perhaps any other experience in his life, and the idea of returning to work left him feeling paralyzed.

Edwin Guity was prescribed exposure therapy after his train struck a man on the tracks.

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Hundreds of train operators have found themselves in Mr. Guity’s position over the years.

And for just as long, there has been a path through the state workers’ compensation program to receiving substantive treatment to help them cope. But New York’s train operators say that their employer, the Metropolitan Transportation Authority, has done too little to make them aware of that option.

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After Mr. Guity’s incident, no official told him of that type of assistance, he said. Instead, they gave him the option of going back to work right away.

But Mr. Guity was lucky. He had a friend who had been through the same experience and who coached him on getting help — first through a six-week program and then, with the assistance of a lawyer, through an experienced specialist.

The specialist prescribed a six-month exposure therapy program to gradually reintroduce Mr. Guity to the subway.

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His first day back at the controls of a passenger train was on Thanksgiving. Once again, he was driving on the D line — the same route he had been traveling on the day of the fatal accident.

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Mr. Guity helps care for his 93-year-old grandmother, Juanita Guity.

M.T.A. representatives insisted that New York train operators involved in strikes are made aware of all options for getting treatment, but they declined to answer specific questions about how the agency ensures that drivers get the help they need.

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In an interview, the president of the M.T.A. division that runs the subway, Demetrius Crichlow, said all train operators are fully briefed on the resources available to them during their job orientation.

“I really have faith in our process,” Mr. Crichlow said.

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Still, other transit systems — all of which are smaller than New York’s — appear to do a better job of ensuring that operators like Mr. Guity take advantage of the services available to them, according to records and interviews.

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An Uptick in Subway Strikes

A Times analysis shows that the incidents were on the rise in New York City’s system even as they were falling in all other American transit systems.

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Source: Federal Transit Administration.

Note: Transit agencies report “Major Safety and Security Events” to the F.T.A.’s National Transit Database. The Times’s counts include incidents categorized as rail collisions with persons, plus assaults, homicides and attempted suicides with event descriptions mentioning a train strike. For assaults, The Times used an artificial intelligence model to identify relevant descriptions and then manually reviewed the results.

Bianca Pallaro/The New York Times

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San Francisco’s system provides 24-hour access to licensed therapists through a third-party provider.

Los Angeles proactively reaches out to its operators on a regular basis to remind them of workers’ compensation options and other resources.

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The Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority has made it a goal to increase engagement with its employee assistance program.

The M.T.A. says it offers some version of most of these services.

But in interviews with more than two dozen subway operators who have been involved in train strikes, only one said he was aware of all those resources, and state records suggest most drivers of trains that strike people are not taking full advantage of them.

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“It’s the M.T.A.’s responsibility to assist the employee both mentally and physically after these horrific events occur,” the president of the union that represents New York City transit workers, John V. Chiarello, said in a statement, “but it is a constant struggle trying to get the M.T.A. to do the right thing.”

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Protesters Arrested After Trying to Block a Possible ICE Raid

Nearly 200 protesters tried to block federal agents from leaving a parking garage in Lower Manhattan on Saturday. The confrontation appeared to prevent a possible ICE raid nearby, and led to violent clashes between the police and protesters.

[chanting] “ICE out of New York.”

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Nearly 200 protesters tried to block federal agents from leaving a parking garage in Lower Manhattan on Saturday. The confrontation appeared to prevent a possible ICE raid nearby, and led to violent clashes between the police and protesters.

By Jorge Mitssunaga

November 30, 2025

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