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[cosmicbagee]

So my parents and I went to see King Lear last night, which was some sort of modernized version of the classic Elizabethean tragedy. It consisted of naked men (definitely, and compleetely naked) naked women, people getting raped, marijuana, cocaine, alcohol, oral sex, and more rape. As you can probably tell, seeing it with my parents wasn't the

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[asundaybeat]

That sounds like a perfectly terrifying thing to see at all. Much less with your parents. I saw La Dispute and it was quite nice and not crazy at all. Mostly, anyway. It caused me and Brigid to get into this HUGE discussion about whether or not Ionesco can be compared to Marivaux because they are so different and I went on about how It is alright to prefer Warhol to Caravaggio (not that I do). Then we went to Blanchard and had grilled cheese sandwiches.

Way to be ambiguous and third grade-y. "I don't want Ryan Josey to know I like him. His codename is Superman." Sounds like your dreams are better than mine. Seeing as they involve two of my favorite (and least available for many reasons) people in the world.