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ceebeegeeSo, yeah, enjoyed the sun in Central Park on Saturday. I was thinking of something to do and remembered Tracie had a show--called up Mike to see if he wanted to go, but then when called Tracie to make sure she was in that night, apparently she'd been written out of the show. That just--sucks. I feel for Tracie--she said she'd been calling people all day to tell them, it had just happened, apparently. So, called to tell Mike it wasn't happening.
On my way home I had a most unpleasant experience. As I was passing by the projects behind Lincoln Center, three little boys, no older than 8 years old, passed by me, posturing with their arms like rappers and saying "What up, niggah?" (they were black, although I find that word reprehensible no matter who's saying it). After I'd passed them, they started yelling at me "Hey baby, yo, shake that booty," etc. I did an instant boil, debated for a second, then turned around and said "You shouldn't say things like that to women. It's very rude." Turned back, continued on my way--they waited until I'd taken a few more steps (i.e.,so they could run away safely) and then started calling me bitch, cunt, whore. The youth of America, ladies and gentlemen. The land of opportunity--where even children can be misogynistic worthless shits! Gotta love that pop culture!
I remembered that another friend of mine was doing a show--Ryan was doing some gay play on W. 23rd Street. I asked Duncan to go and we walked down there after rehearsal. It was a triptych play, and Ryan's was the middle segment. I found it difficult to evaluate the first segment because it was so hot in the theater I literally almost passed out when I stood up. I wasn't that crazy about the woman who played Verouka--I thought she was too old, and--I don't know--off-putting. Too smiley--her grin started looking like a rictus after awhile. Or maybe I was just too hot.
The scond and third segments were better. Ryan's become a pretty strong actor. Nice to see his growth--I've known him for twelve years now. Aww. The guy who played his lover was foine. Alas, he's gay.
Afterward, Duncan and I went to the Trailer Park--good decor but the menu was ridiculously overpriced. $10 for a fully loaded hot dog? $6.75 for a grilled cheese sandwich? You're definitely paying for the erzatz experience, whereas anytime I go home I could get the real thing in Woodbridge! City Lights--ah, the days of downing cheap beers and potato chips while watching precopulatory "dancing" in the half-light. I love honky tonks.
On my way home I had a most unpleasant experience. As I was passing by the projects behind Lincoln Center, three little boys, no older than 8 years old, passed by me, posturing with their arms like rappers and saying "What up, niggah?" (they were black, although I find that word reprehensible no matter who's saying it). After I'd passed them, they started yelling at me "Hey baby, yo, shake that booty," etc. I did an instant boil, debated for a second, then turned around and said "You shouldn't say things like that to women. It's very rude." Turned back, continued on my way--they waited until I'd taken a few more steps (i.e.,so they could run away safely) and then started calling me bitch, cunt, whore. The youth of America, ladies and gentlemen. The land of opportunity--where even children can be misogynistic worthless shits! Gotta love that pop culture!
I remembered that another friend of mine was doing a show--Ryan was doing some gay play on W. 23rd Street. I asked Duncan to go and we walked down there after rehearsal. It was a triptych play, and Ryan's was the middle segment. I found it difficult to evaluate the first segment because it was so hot in the theater I literally almost passed out when I stood up. I wasn't that crazy about the woman who played Verouka--I thought she was too old, and--I don't know--off-putting. Too smiley--her grin started looking like a rictus after awhile. Or maybe I was just too hot.
The scond and third segments were better. Ryan's become a pretty strong actor. Nice to see his growth--I've known him for twelve years now. Aww. The guy who played his lover was foine. Alas, he's gay.
Afterward, Duncan and I went to the Trailer Park--good decor but the menu was ridiculously overpriced. $10 for a fully loaded hot dog? $6.75 for a grilled cheese sandwich? You're definitely paying for the erzatz experience, whereas anytime I go home I could get the real thing in Woodbridge! City Lights--ah, the days of downing cheap beers and potato chips while watching precopulatory "dancing" in the half-light. I love honky tonks.
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Date: 2004-04-19 10:19 am (UTC)That's some real ugly stuff going on. I wish we could go back (just for a little while) to the days when you could slap somebody's child and not get sued.
Some little punk did that to me when I was dating Jason. I think I wrote about it in here. I said nothing because I thought that wouldn't be a good thing to do to a child. Yet they seem very unaware of the fact that they are children. At the same time, however, they're taking advantage of the fact that they can say, "I'm just a kid. I don't know what I'm saying."
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Date: 2004-04-19 11:23 am (UTC)For an instant I wanted to smack the shit out of them. I'm like Maggie the Cat--"I adore children--well-behaved." I have no time or tolerance for brats, and I refuse to indulge them. "For the chillllldrun--fuck that, it's an adult's world, and children should learn their place. One reason I love NYC is that it's a city for adults--children's priorities run a distant second.
But for a variety of reasons I didn't and I'm glad I was able to keep from losing my temper. Because--they are children, they really don't know better. They're parroting the adults around them and on TV. Judging from what I heard and saw, they have no more concept that they're acting badly than, say, Mowgli or Nell.
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Date: 2004-04-19 10:29 am (UTC)The children are not the only ones to blame for the behaviour- their uneducated parents and peers are also a big part of the problem. Unfortunately, the only way to get through to them is to get to them before they reach the age of 1 and training them to be respectful.
That is where aluminum rulers and leather belts come in, in my opinion. Corporeal punishment is usually a good deterrent when used properly.
whoa...
Date: 2004-04-19 11:01 am (UTC)but you have to understand, I love kids. I really do. I just wish some people paid more attention to their kids and what they do when they think adults aren't listening. And adults don't pay attention, so they get away with it.
And kids always want to walk, talk and act like their older counterparts. We've got grown men and women to thank for that.
Re: whoa...
Date: 2004-04-19 11:41 am (UTC)There are times that I think there are people in our society who should not be allowed to breed unless they can show objective proof that they can raise their offspring properly.
Re: whoa...
Date: 2004-04-19 12:12 pm (UTC)