Mia Pittroff

In the organizer's words:

I'll backfire sometimes

In her new solo program "Ich geh schon mal nach hinten los", the German studies graduate reveals a few secrets:

- Why, if she were French, she would call her parents every day.

- Why it's important not to change your clothes for three days.

- And why she brings a marshmallow salad to the Waldorf kindergarten.

While the world is turning to the right faster than the yoghurt culture in paleo muesli, and the news situation is more changeable than the departure track of an ICE train at the onset of winter, Mia Pittroff remains much the same for the time being: she is still the child of her parents, mother of her children, a native of Franconia and a convinced hobby Berliner. Extremes are still too extreme for her, instead she celebrates mediocrity: children? Gladly, but not too beautiful. An electric car? But please wash it in the driveway every Saturday. And the man of her dreams should be half bald. She still firmly believes in democracy, but not on a family vacation on Rügen.

Her humor is quick-witted but tongue-tied. Too silly for cabaret, too subtle for comedy. Too woke for the provinces and too provincial for the capital.

She genders, but in dialect. She's already off. Only towards the back.

At the time this press release went to press, it was not yet known exactly what was at the back or the front. Perhaps the back is the new front? Losgehen the new Festkleben? Cabaret the new comedy? And women the new men?

One thing is as certain as the moth in the paleo muesli: going to the back for an evening of theater with Mia Pittroff is definitely worth it!