Maybe, but I know you deserve all the mockery you can get. I was giving you the courtesy of treating you as an individual, but if you prefer otherwise, so be it.
OK, I amend the statement to say that Opera has nothing to do with national pride and the most popular operas seem to be imports.
And which of those operas do you think gets sold out first?
I agree.
Yeah but that’s iconic. that would be like alqaeda blowing up the pyramids or something.
I guess I was referring to the notion that when people talk about this stuff they are susually talking about things like Opera, orchestras and ballet (I like ballet).
Oh please! MY quote flirts with fallacy? I will show you where my use of the term came from …
Of course. But my use of the word “bar,” accurately describes the setting: not a neighborhood bar, not a place where people come to buy and nurse drinks and socialize for any of a number of reasons – rather, a bar at which drinks ordered for the opera intermission can be picked up.
While your post obfuscated that context and simply said:
That quote evokes “a bar” as precisely what this wasn’t: a neighborhood bar, a place where people come to buy and nurse drinks and socialize for various reasons. It suggests that I’m complaining about Cliff and Norm talking politics at Cheers while Carla the waitress sends various brilliant comedic quips their way.
My use of the word “bar” did no such thing. Yours did.
And you know that.
Unlike you, I’ve never been to an opera. Nor a bar in an opera. So don’t tell me what I know about opera bars and how they are different than neighborhood bars or some other kinds of bars. To me, you objected to a discussion of politics in a bar, because that’s what you said happened.
Never been to a theater that served drinks at intermission?
Not sure. Does a flask of Mad Dog 20/20 hidden in my coat for a screening of Debby Does Dallas count?
Debbie. Not Debby.
You really can’t let anything go, can you? Don’t you wish you could let things roll off your back, like other people do?
Sorry, I’m disgusted because I can’t believe someone is this self-centered and this big of a martyr:
Reeeally? You honestly think that everyone here reads your nit-picky (and sometimes heartless) jabs at people and say “Ha, let’s get him! Not because he’s wrong, or because he’s missing the point, or is just an ass, but because he’s a conservative!”? Honestly?
“Everyone?” No.
Many of the most vocal assholes? Yes.
And when you joined a board who supposed motto was “Fighting Ignorance,” did you imagine it would be populated with people who would let errors go by without comment?
Picture a wedding reception, with all the guests dressed nicely and, usually, acting nicely too. There’s a catered buffet line, and a bar, perhaps temporary, on one side, with somebody in a (rented) tux filling champagne glasses and pouring wine. Sound familiar? Now take away the buffet line and add a cash register next to the champagne glasses. That’s the bar in an opera-house lobby.
Add a few uncles who’ve had a few too many already and are perhaps a bit a-holish even when sober, with their wives trying to keep them in control, and you have the reported scene at the Kennedy Center.
Which, btw, is a very nice venue, complete with outdoor promenades overlooking the city and the Potomac, and with good sightlines and good acoustics in the theatre, too.
Debby did Denver.
I have no idea. I’ve been to a few Broadway shows, but I never sought out a bar at the theaters. I’ve been to dinner theaters where you sit at a table and eat, drink, and watch second-rate performaces all at the same time. I spent some time in the Kennedy Center, but I was on a crew and through some oversight we weren’t allowed to drink liquor during intermission.
Really, my ignorance of the in-theater drinking habits of the opera crowd must be appalling to somone as cultured as yourself.
Huh. Around here even the College of Theater and Little Theatre productions have drinks for sale during the intermission. I just always assumed it was universal.
Maybe it is. At intermissions I might stand and stretch, or maybe hit the bathroom if bladder tells me to, but otherwise I stay where I am. I don’t like crowds, and in my youth most of those folks would be heading out for a smoke anyway, which I didn’t want to join in on.
So they have drinks. Do they also sell opera dogs?
I defer to your expertise in such matters.
What part of “That’s part of it” don’t you understand?
ETA: This is kind of fun. It’s rare to be able to out-pedant the king-hell pedant of the board.
Oh, fuck off.
If “king-hell pedant” is a title, shouldn’t it be capitalized?