The Potsmoker Suite

Though I find the rest of this Newsday ballet review to be singularly incomprehensible, this part caught my eye:

In spring, a maiden... lounges in a field of flax and weed and indulges in mild pothead paranoia. (Some lyrics: "Oh, cannabis, and me being young ... Oh, they are going to marry me to an old man. I hate him.")

My god that sounds dreadful.