Femme Fortissimo: The Unmistakable Levity of Kristin Chenoweth

If Broadway was a switchblade tucked inside a lipstick tube, it might look and sound a lot like Kristin Chenoweth. She’s a resonant frequency disguised as a 4’11” soprano with a penchant for subverting expectation. She sits down with Jetset and arrives like a metronome set a notch too fast — octaves under glass, vibrating staccato — but the deeper our talk, a thoughtful calm emerges. A strategist who has built a career not on safety, but on instinctual leaps into the unknown.

Chenoweth isn’t Broadway in the traditional sense — she’s not Patti LuPone’s tempest nor Audra McDonald’s velvet canon. She’s more elastic. More, well, electric. To call her a pint size powerhouse is both too literal and lazy — she’s a force that bends Broadway ether into submissio...