Life's usually good, or at least tolerable. I do love a night of theatre, and on Sunday I attended a production of Tennessee Williams' 'The Glass Menagerie' at Belvoir Street, Surry Hills. When I was in my early twenties, single, and a bit more cashed-up (and also living in Sydney), I'd make a habit of seeing a play at least once a month. My cousin-in-law and I made the trip into town the other day, and settled in for a night of entertainment. As the lights dimmed, I saw a dandified fop walking along the aisle, smoking a cigarette. I was about to hiss, 'Put that out! This is a no-smoking venue, and the rest of us don't want to breathe your shit in', and fortunately realised he was the actor playing Tom Wingfield, and making his stage entrance from that angle. Anyway, it was excellent all round: the set, the technical aspect, and the performances were absolutely mesmerising. Studied this play at school, and thought the daughter Laura a bit of a flibbertigibbet, but as an adult who works in the care industry, now realise the character suffered terrible anxiety. So interesting. But yeah, a great time was had by me, as I chatted in the foyer with my cousin, both of us sipping champagne, and 'famous Aussie actor spotting'. I do love Belvoir Street - so atmospheric and such an eclectic crowd there. When my sons are a little older, I'd love to take them to see a show that doesn't involve personified machinery and animation.
But of course there are things that really grind the gears, and piss me off to the point of nausea. Did anyone watch 'The Bachelor'? Well, I didn't, because one of those things that makes me feel combative is reality television. It seems the guy's come across as a bit of a tool, and it's quite likely due to editing etc. He proposed to one of the she-suitors, and the engagement is now off. In the minds of the feminist media, this makes him right up there with Goering for some reason. Sometimes relationships and love affairs don't work, okay? I might just take out this opportunity to point out that if you are going to appear on one of these types of shows, you are taking the risk of coming across as a bell-end. Why do people watch this dung: 'Big Brother', 'The Block', 'The Bachelor' et al? Is the species being dumbed down and devolving? But what's got the old hackles up is the constant sniping at the actual guy by a well-known female-centric blog site. Every day they come up with some innovative way to run the guy down. Apparently he is the biggest a-hole under the sun because he owns a - *twists pearls and places wrist against forehead in a fainting gesture* - male stripper agency. To this I say, So. Fucking. What? He has to earn a living, and presumably the 'entertainers' employed are consenting adults making informed decisions. He worked as a topless waiter at some time in the past. Pffffft! Big deal. This site keeps calling him a 'douche'. How he resembles a rinsing out procedure is beyond me, but I guess that's this site's perception, and one's perception is one's reality. This site probably creamed themselves over the revelations Channing Tatum once worked as a stripper (I will own up to being interested in that little factoid myself - ahem!). And now, according to them, someone has anonymously tipped off 'Woman's Day' that she went home with him and he collects Cabbage Patch dolls. Seriously, who fucking cares? I collect skulls, so make of that what you will. Here's a teaser: which is more pathetic, a person who anonymously tips off a tabloid rag not with lining a kitty litter tray with, or the person who collects dolls? And how do we know it's true, anyway? In the wake of Charlotte Dawson's death, they crapped on about trolling and cyber-bullying, but I would submit publishing a series of snide, petty articles is a very low form of bullying. Do we know what this guy's mental health status is? Sniping ad nauseam is certainly not going to be beneficial to it.
And the other thing that really pissed me off today was seeing on television a couple who sold their house with their cat as part of the deal. Apparently the buyers' kid loved the cat, and they whacked on a considerable extra amount to seal the deal if the cat was included. I cannot understand this. My pets are like my family, too. I couldn't sell them.
Well, I'd best get a lesson ready - I'm lecturing to the U3A today.
Stay cool and keep breathing.
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