Oh The Shame...
My sister and I went to see the latest Michael Moore show tonight. We went to our local theatre, Westdale--much like the Garneau or Princess--bringing Hamilton all the "art-sy" and/or political, award winning flicks.
Westdale Theatre
Funny thing. I always feel like I'm being given the hairy eyeball when I come out of that theatre, and I climb into my car to drive home. I feel like one of the bad guys who's not using the bus, or hitching up a team of organically fed steeds to carry me home, like many of the others who frequent the Westdale theatre. Not really... No one actually hitches up a team... But you know, I bet they would if there was a corral available for free grazing!
It's like I wanna shout from the rooftops, "It's okay! I ride my bike to work! I don't always drive! But if I drive, do I not bleed? I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!"
Sigh... The politics of it all.
3 comments:
An easy solution would be to park a few blocks away and go for coffee after the flick. Who knows, you may even find an organically fed steed or two there.
Warren
I too suffer from feeling-guilty-despite-having-(I'm-sure)-a-somewhat-socially-responsible-self disease. It mostly centres around my unstoppable devouring of animal flesh. I've tried to quit! I have! It's just that sweet sweet charbroiled scent of juicy chicken grilling on the bbq. Most of my friends are veggie fiends, and I KNOW they aren't sitting in judgement of my carnivorous ways, but . . . hairy eyeball, HAIRY EYEBALL!!!!
Sonya
Best bumber sticker of all time... "Nuke all the gay, tree-hugging whales for Jesus." Hee hee hee.
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