i saw this on one of those strange little picture slideshow websites so i decided to post it ;) have fun kids
God knows why theatres have started selling crips and pop corn and sweet bags. Not only is it cheapening it and giving it more of a cinema feel, but people spend the show munching on crips and fiddling with wrappers whilst I sit there trying not to smack their head and throw their food away so I can hear the show and not them eating.
My theatre sells concessions but only a few kinds of candy and sodas and alcoholic beverages. We’d never do popcorn or chips because 1. the mess and 2. yes it’s loud. We’re even thinking about getting rid of M&Ms because they have the potential to be messy.
Theatres are moving to concessions for much the same reason that movie theaters do; high profit margin.
I would like to say that I lam adamant about shying away from any language that contribute to the idea of theatre being elitist. There’s nothing inherently cheap about film just as there’s nothing inherently high brow about the theatre. Shakespeare is full of dick jokes, after all.
Concessions don’t cheapen theatre in a cultural sense. But they can help make it more accessible to everyone by allowing theatres to make more profit and keep ticket prices down.
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most theaters, especially local ones that are not chains, make ALL their money from concessions. They spend so much on reels and distributor contracts, etc that they get cents on the dollar MAX on tickets.
So stop bitching about people eating and buy a damn snack
Anonymous asked: Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.
Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead.
On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it.
In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern.
The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead.
It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost.
"It was just a joke, quit being so sensitive."
"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."
"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."
Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony.
People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin.
People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them.
You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.
At some point we stopped thinking of the future as Utopia and began thinking of it as apocalytpic.
Humanities and Political Science, Carleton University.
"The Evolution of Public Thought from Utopia to Distopia, and the Effect on Public Policy"
Stayed up late last night because today is my day off and sleeeeeep
i am awake
i hate everything
I’m a nerd, but not in the useful “you’ll all be working for me one day when I invent jet packs” way. I’m a nerd in the “I have very strong opinions about history and literature and will yell them at you if you give me even the slightest opportunity” way. And that one does not pay well.