When I was 17, Shrew was the first Shakespeare play I enjoyed without any effort or confusion. These days I can follow any Shakespeare without any real trouble, but Shrew was my introduction to that level of fluency. This was years before the concept of woke or even feminism existed, at least to my knowledge. But I had no trouble seeing that the ideas expressed in the play were antiquated, and that I would never treat a woman that way myself. I had that thought at the same time I was thinking “this play is hilarious“ The fact that the ideas were so ridiculously outdated made the play even funnier. it’s not as good as Hamlet, or even as Lear. But it’s as good as anything ever written by Feydeau or Neil Simon.