In this review, she's discussing Behind the Burly Q, a 2010 documentary about the world of burlesque. There's a lovely passage that I want to quote:
The audience wasn't just men. Alan Alda, one of Zemeckis's interviewees (his father was a "tit singer," the man who, with the chorus girls, opened the show) says that . . .
Okay, hold on, how amazingly happy does that make you? Alan Alda's father was a "tit singer"! Now, I've always loved Alan Alda. Most of the many celebrities and stars I've seen in the streets are skittering about with a keen sense of being watched; when I spotted Alda, he was just another tall, thin, grinning man in a crowd of mostly tourists watching a group of boys breakdance for cash outside the Plaza hotel. And his father was a "tit singer"! (That makes Jack Donaghy's grandfather a tit singer! How perfect is that?) My day has been made.
Acocella ends the review thus:
Finally, Zemeckis tells what killed burlesque: pornography, feminism, and, as with so much live theatre, television.
What can't be blamed on pornography, feminism and television?