Female Rudeness. On Broadway.

Tom Dougherty, CEO – Stealing Share

17 April 2018

Rudeness — Movies. Plays. Everywhere.

Audience rudeness

RudenessMy wife and I were in NYC this past weekend for a quick getaway celebrating our anniversary. We bought Hamilton tickets six months ago. We were excited. Looking forward to it. I expected more.

Even as I invariably sit next to fellow moviegoers who hold conversations through the entire movie, at Broadway, I expect better manners and less rudeness.

rudeness

Particularly with how difficult it is to get tickets to Hamilton. And the huge costs. But it makes no difference. Rude people are equally distributed.

The venue does not count. I was just thinking. Any stereotypes come to mind?

“I’m sick of people thinking every public performance of ANYTHING is privately taking place in their living room. I think they are all female too.”

Usually it’s female

This should piss everyone off. Not very PC of me to say… but most often, the people who talk through a movie or hold public conversation during plays are female.

RudenessThere was an ignorant woman behind us at Hamilton. She was so typical. You know the type. First, she confuses drama with history. As if every word Lin-Manual Maranda wrote was historically correct.

This is not a sexist thing. I have male friends who think they are Civil War experts because they once saw the movie Gettysburg. I hear them quote Martin Sheen as if they were quoting Robert E. Lee. Idiots come in all genders.

Confessing my sexist bias certainly rules out my future in politics. Oh, wait. No, it doesn’t…anymore.

My Hamilton neighbor was rude and loud

You would think they wrote the show just for her. As if, without her running commentary, none of the rest of the audience would have any idea what was going on. 

Everything from the casting of Afro-Americans as founding fathers to the cast member playing more than one role was over-explained in detail.

She laughed too hard at humorous parts. Just to remind us this was her show. And it was not her first viewing.

Finally, I was able to factor her commentary out.

Then I started thinking

rudenessI remember seeing Jersey Boys with my wife a few years ago. And there was a Frankie Valle fan club sitting next to us. I group of Jersey BOZOS (they said as much) cheering the show as if they were at a concert.

Dog whistling and singing along. Loudly.

They commented to each other how exciting it was to hear each song…and how glad they were that it was in the set.

Honestly. Rudeness that is forgivable because they were so stupid.

Too bad I had paid top dollar for those tickets too.

So, I circle back

rudenessTurns out, rudeness is not the privy of any gender or race.

It belongs to all of us.

Try to forgive me for saying it a few moments ago.

Very rude of me.

1 Comment

  1. Robert

    Forget rudeness. Maybe the entire American culture is Slouching to Gomorrah.

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.

    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
    The darkness drops again; but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

    Mr. Yeats. A very Wise Irishman.

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