The Problem With Opera

The problem with going to the opera, which I do roughly every two years, usually with my grandmother, is that before I ever set foot in an opera house I had seen at least five movies where a man falls madly in love with a very beautiful woman because he takes her to the opera for the first time and she cries bit stupid idiot tears because she doesn’t know you’re not supposed to cry at the opera, just have a jaded and adulterous sexual encounter with whoever brought you afterwards.

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