... at least not this weekend.
I love being Black. It has it's ups and downs but I'm glad to be a Black woman. There are some times, however, when my people act up and I want to check that box that says Pacific islander or Alaskan native. Viewing a movie with a predominantly black cast in theaters is one of those times.
Let's take a trip down memory lane. Picture it, Mobile, 2006. My two best friends at the time and I went to see the Dreamgirls on opening night with our mothers. The women behind us can only be described as ratchet. They talked, cackled likenhens and complained the entire length of the film. I guess no one had told them that Dreamgirls was a musical (I wonder how one can pay to see a movie without knowing a little bit about it, not to mention it is a remake). About halfway through the movie they got really fed up withbthe singing. When a song started there was a large, dramatic sigh, followed by "oh Lord they singing AGAIN?" or "not ANOTHER song."
I hate that. I don't pay almost $12 for a movie plus up to $6 for the snacks I get beforehand at Walgreens (don't judge me) to have to listen to women cackle, complain, and just be loud and inconsiderate during a movie. You guys have fun at the movie tomorrow. I will be waiting a couple of weeks and I will go to the first showing on a Sunday while all the black churches are waiting for their pastor to finish that sermon.
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