Category Archives: Culture

The Roar of the Greasepaint

Do people have no idea how to act any more?

For example, I went to see Romeo and Juliet on Broadway. Not my first choice, but my wife has always wanted to see the Shakespeare classic performed — and since this production involved Orlando Bloom removing his shirt… well, you get the idea.

Anyhow, the family in front of us spent the entire first act busily rustling around with their snacks. I don’t know what they were into — pretzels, crackers, cookies — but it was feckin’ noisy.  My ears ain’t what they used to be, so the distraction made it hard for me to focus on the play. And it doesn’t help that I have a mild case of misophonia.

Now, everybody knows you should unwrap your snacks before the lights go down, so not to annoy the other patrons. That’s a theatre rule, rather like never mentioning the name of the Scottish play. You just don’t do it!

They quieted down, thank God,  in the second act. Maybe the parents — well-heeled Connecticut types — remembered their manners. Or maybe they caught wind of us grumbling during intermission.

Either way, were able to enjoy all the dying with a little peace and quiet. And the rippling abbs, too, if you’re into that sort of thing.

Calling All Hipsters?

It’s only takes a couple of hours to get from Albany to New York City — but sometimes it seems a lot farther away.

I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw this:

Seriously? Hipsters? Apparently, the people at the paper just heard of these exotic PBR drinking, ironic t-shirt wearing, eccentrically eyeglassed creative-types in Brooklyn. And it’s so exciting, they want to see if they can dig up some real live hipsters around here. I’m betting they’re in Troy!

Look, the hipster trend was so firmly established in 2003 that it was already being roundly mocked — and if you care what New York magazine has to say, hipsterism was already dead by 2010. I’m not saying that the hipster sensibility has disappeared, just that it’s really, really (really) old news.

At this stage of the game, doing a story about hipsters makes you seem like… well, rubes. Or at the very least, a tiny bit clueless.

Anyway, I look forward to next month, when the Times Union will be doing a big feature on punk rockers.