Blame it on Lindsay Lohan...please
The Normal Heart is a play about gay men dying of AIDS in the 1980s. I reviewed a fine production of it at the Uptown Players in Dallas last week and what I now remember most about the evening was not the sensitive acting, deft direction or powerful message about love, loss and acceptance, but the little "beepity-beeps" of the two young men sitting to my right who spent the first act texting their friends on their cellphones.
Little blue screens lighting up their faces, the guys kept at it. Maybe they were bored by the talky script or just doing that thing where they're trying to be macho by not paying attention because it's gay stuff onstage. Whatever. They were rude as shit and it bugged me.
Seconds before I jerked the phones out of their hands and walloped them over the head, the young men got out of their seats and lumbered out the door. It's a small theater. The actors had to have been aware of the commotion. I felt bad for the actors, trying to maintain concentration while the shitheels with the need to send misspelled missives to their pals got a pass.
I see stuff like this all the time. Why are people so awful in places where they should be nice?
My fave blogger of the moment, Dave White, sums it up nicely here.
He blames the current wave of rudeness in public on certain celebs. What do you think?