I would like to get those five hours back, please. So, later in life I found out

[Strong Atheist]

that my dad liked opera. He and my mom dragged me to see Madame Butterfly. I had to get dressed up, which I do not like. It had a cast of mostly Asian descent, who shouted at each other in Italian. It was long, boring, and depressing.

A few years later, they dragged me to Les Miserables. There, a cast of mostly European descent shouted at each other in Italian. It was long, boring, and depressing.

So, today my mom and step dad dragged me to Le Boheme. A cast of mostly European descent shouted at each other in Italian. It was...

...you guessed it.



... and after that I found that step dad LOVES opera, and this was one of his favorites. I thought mom was dragging us both, and I was keeping him company. Grrrrr.... :mad:

So...


... next time...


I think I will beg off; stay home, and do something more interesting, like watch paint dry on growing grass...


... so who DO I see about getting those five hours back? x(

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear Strong Atheist...

I'm so sorry, sweetie...

Will a hug help?

:hug:

[Strong Atheist]

3. Sure, thanks!

:hug:

[Callalily]

2. Well Strong Atheist I really

don't know how to comfort you and I ADORE off of those operas.

:hug: <<<<<< for you just b/c I think you need it right now.

[Strong Atheist]

4. Thank you!

:hug:

[nolabear]

5. Well, here's my POV, rendered more beautifully than I ever could.

One reason I like opera

In movies, you can tell the heroine
because she is blonder and thinner
than her sidekick. The villainess
is darkest. If a woman is fat,
she is a joke and will probably die.

In movies, the blondest are the best
and in bleaching lies not only purity
but victory. If two people are both
extra pretty, they will end up
in the final clinch.

Only the flawless in face and body
win. That is why I treat
movies as less interesting
than comic books. The camera
is stupid. It sucks surfaces.

Let's go to the opera instead.
The heroine is fifty and weighs
as much as a '65 Chevy with fins.
She could crack your jaw in her fist.
She can hit high C lying down.

The tenor the women scream for
wolfs down an eight course meal daily.
He resembles a bull on hind legs.
His thighs are the size of beer kegs.
His chest is a redwood with hair.

Their voices twine, golden serpents.
Their voices rise like the best
fireworks and hang and hang
then drift slowly down descending
in brilliant and still fiery sparks.

The hippopotamus baritone (the villain)
has a voice that could give you
an orgasm right in your seat.
His voice smokes with passion.
He is hot as lava. He erupts nightly.

The contralto is, however, svelte.
She is supposed to be the soprano's
mother, but is ten years younger,
beautiful and Black. Nobody cares.
She sings you into her womb where you rock.

What you see is work like digging a ditch,
hard physical labor. What you hear
is magic as tricky as knife throwing.
What you see is strength like any
great athlete's. What you hear

is still rendered precisely as the best
Swiss watchmaker. The body is
resonance. The body is the cello case.
The body just is. The voice loud
as hunger remagnetizes your bones.

Marge Piercy

[Strong Atheist]

6. Meh. I have NO spiritual side AT ALL, so poetry and opera and the like

merely bore me to tears...

x(

[REP]

7. I'm sorry on two counts!

I'm sorry you had to sit through something you don't like!

I'm sorry I can't have your ticket! I loves me some opera! Sung badly, though, it is torture. Horrible torture!

[BlueJazz]

8. I would have loved it but am Sorry you had to endure it.