A curse on you, comic author Andy Singer!
I found Sartre’s play cold and depressing—so much so that I was inspired to write a parody of it, where Garcin, Inez and Estelle have a massive orgy. It ends with Garcin drawing on the walls of the room with Estelle’s lipstick and realizing how happy he feels.
But why do these three deserve a happy ending? I feel guilty for delesbianifying Ms. Inez Serrano. I feel guilty for undressing Ms. Estelle Regault—something I’ve never done before to a female character. But I don’t feel guilty for suggesting that these three would be just as miserable Logjammin’ as they would be in Sartre’s hell.