Perhaps I should had blogged about this yesterday where the impression would had been more fresh but hey, I didn’t realise the extent of the impact til now. And now that I’m all sleep deprived having just woke up not too long ago…
Am still disgusted.
Indulge me & tag along in this lil play of mine. & ykw what they say about the stage; it mimicks real life.
There was a scene staged by the Little People recently. & I daresay, it was not half bad. I could tell there was much thought put into it albeit execution was on a whole different scale. Some ideas fell right flat, I wonder if they know. And if they will learn. Sure hope so.
Something perplexs me. Something that always had. I’m still one of those people who gets upset when people use the word, “fag”. And believe me, in this play, I’m one of the rare characters that do. I hate how people make homosexual references. They’re not something to be made fun of. Which is why I was very disgusted by what was meant to be the highlight of the performance done by the Little People. That was certainly not dancing. That, was overboard.
Our neighbour did something that was equally mind-boggling. I didn’t find the drag amusing; I found it insulting. As a female, I’m disgusted. As a human being, I find it so awfully tasteless. As an audience, I am depressed by how these people have to stoop to such low-class humour.
But really, had they been able to put up think of something more classy, can they pull it off? & would they, for the question then becomes would the crowd get it?
I am confused. I am disgusted. I can’t stand how crude some things can morph into in this place. As the curtain falls for this act of their performance, I wish they would learn & absorb something useful from this & rehearse something better for their next act.
Which I am no longer looking forward to because now I am too busy counting down to the day I can flee from this place. To somewhere perhaps more mature, to somewhere where I will laugh at things genuinely funny, where I can speak openly.
Then again, maybe I’m just being a judgemental prude. Maybe I’m he narrow-minded one who can understand your humour, your acts. I’m sorry, I tend to be awfully slow.
K that’s it, school’s about to start. Imma keep quiet now.
