Body Awareness deserves credit for not providing easy answers to the question of appropriate appreciation, and appropriation, of the female image. Actually, it brings up two basic questions: Men, can you think about the perspective of women as you gaze with healthy, testosterone-amplified admiration? Women, can you consider that such appreciation can have more than a sexual dimension?
Still, there are interesting related matters left unraised by the playwright. When does that sappy internal gaze of Jared's, which we were invited to laugh at, become lecherous? What about desiring to be the object of desire? Is fire engine-red lipstick and the push-up bra the work of the devil?
But maybe we'll get another play by Annie Baker on such subjects. Or better yet, a whole franchise series exploring the permutations and derivations of these maddening relationships between the sexes that keep being alive so dramatic and entertaining.