I think he was trying to make a funny 'cause you spelled meet... MEAT.. as in like Hamburger Meat not the other kind of meet...
I loved Rent when it first came out. Many of my friends were dying of AIDS... It was a musical that spoke to me due to the fact that kids (as they were supposed to be) were getting AIDS. Yes, there are many other groundbreaking plays (and musicals) about AIDS and HIV but they were all middle aged gays (like I am now) and it always ended in death. Someone in the play died....Falsettos, Angels in America, Longtime Companion just to name a few....
This was the first big musical to deal with HIV as an every person's illness. Man, Woman, Boy, Girl...
My mother who is in her 70s loved Rent for the fact that she could relate to the whole "Will I?" number about being alone and losing dignity.
I think that it was ahead of its time and was at the time something that stretched the boundaries of Broadway.
Now 11 years later many people (like lemmings) and all rushed to the next best thing bashing RENT along the way, calling it a little truffle that at one time was mildly amusing but now is just tired.
Remember when CATS opened? So many people where on the CATS band wagon.. then years went by... Now and forever.... and it became a joke in many theater persons eye when we flocked to the new and the different....
For years we have done this.... Dreamgirls, Evita, Cats, Les Miserables, Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon, Rent, Wicked, Spring Awakening, Spamalot.... All shows that have been adored and then pushed aside when the lemmings find something else.
As much as I was touched by Rent and loved the show I sometimes wonder just how popular it might have become had Jonathan Larson not been killed.
Just my two cents worth... You can bash if you must. I can handle it.
"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around."