Parents Out of Touch With Reality
I have been out of touch with reality for the past few weeks myself, due in large part to some new work I have undertaken. I have been working 12-hour days, six days a week, and yet I have not yet seen any sort of financial reward. I hope some monetary satisfaction will be coming soon.
Saturday was a rare evening out. Mr. Pink and I decided to go see "Live Free Or Die Hard," a summer popcorn movie if ever there was one. We picked a 9:35 showing at a stadium-seating theater, and we got there about 20 minutes early to ensure our pick of choice seats. We were comfortably ensconced, but stragglers continued to come in even as the previews were ending, and then they were upset that they couldn't find seats together. Yes, I know all the pre-roll and the advertising at the movies is annoying, but it's either endure that or face the consequences of less-desirable seats.
I wasn't really bothered by this, though, until a father came in with his daughter, who was maybe 5 or 6 years old. Then his wife and his 11-year-old son came in, along with an aunt or maybe Grandma. No seats together! What do we do? What do we do?
Some suggestions:
1) Start by leaving the kids at home. Yes, this "Die Hard" was supposedly softer and it only carried a PG-13 rating, not the typical R, but still, it's Die Hard! It's going to be bloody and messy and violent! Do you really want your 6-year-old daughter watching John McClane run over people with his car or use a car to drop helicopters from the sky?
2) Come earlier. Or, send a few people in ahead of time to get seats, while the rest of you buy your giant sodas and troughs of popcorn.
But really, the main thing is, leave the kids at home! Yes, it's tough to get a babysitter, but if you want to have a family night out, do it at an age-appropriate venue, not a violent movie! And certainly don't take your 6-year-old to a movie when she doesn't understand the concept of whispering, let alone NOT TALKING AT ALL during the movie.
I do have to give the father some credit, though. After the daughter kept up her high-pitched monologue for the first 20 minutes of the film, he took her outside, and they were never seen again. And I could enjoy the rest of my popcorn flick in blessed silence. Well, except for all the on-screen explosions and car crashes and whatnot. But that's to be expected. Yippee-kai-ay, motherf-----!
Saturday was a rare evening out. Mr. Pink and I decided to go see "Live Free Or Die Hard," a summer popcorn movie if ever there was one. We picked a 9:35 showing at a stadium-seating theater, and we got there about 20 minutes early to ensure our pick of choice seats. We were comfortably ensconced, but stragglers continued to come in even as the previews were ending, and then they were upset that they couldn't find seats together. Yes, I know all the pre-roll and the advertising at the movies is annoying, but it's either endure that or face the consequences of less-desirable seats.
I wasn't really bothered by this, though, until a father came in with his daughter, who was maybe 5 or 6 years old. Then his wife and his 11-year-old son came in, along with an aunt or maybe Grandma. No seats together! What do we do? What do we do?
Some suggestions:
1) Start by leaving the kids at home. Yes, this "Die Hard" was supposedly softer and it only carried a PG-13 rating, not the typical R, but still, it's Die Hard! It's going to be bloody and messy and violent! Do you really want your 6-year-old daughter watching John McClane run over people with his car or use a car to drop helicopters from the sky?
2) Come earlier. Or, send a few people in ahead of time to get seats, while the rest of you buy your giant sodas and troughs of popcorn.
But really, the main thing is, leave the kids at home! Yes, it's tough to get a babysitter, but if you want to have a family night out, do it at an age-appropriate venue, not a violent movie! And certainly don't take your 6-year-old to a movie when she doesn't understand the concept of whispering, let alone NOT TALKING AT ALL during the movie.
I do have to give the father some credit, though. After the daughter kept up her high-pitched monologue for the first 20 minutes of the film, he took her outside, and they were never seen again. And I could enjoy the rest of my popcorn flick in blessed silence. Well, except for all the on-screen explosions and car crashes and whatnot. But that's to be expected. Yippee-kai-ay, motherf-----!
posted by Astera @ 8:15 PM
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