Date: 2/28/2019
By pretzeling
I went to see Anita Sarkeesian speak in a panel. I was in the front row. I had a positive impression of her. For some reason she had gave one of the audience members a Merida (from Brave) costume to put on and everyone stood up to do some sort of acting exercise. I felt awkward. I ran away and went to a giant, run-down dollar theater instead. I was like “Damn why have I never been here before? They play movies for so cheap.” My professor A.T. worked at the theater. I paid him and went in without even knowing what movies would be playing. The only one I could find that had just started was Alita Battle Angel, which I didn’t want to see. I was pissed. I went in and the theater was packed. There were ushers with flashlights who kept turning the lights on and kicking people out. I watched the first 15 minutes of the movie and fell asleep for the rest of it. I woke up during the credits hoping no one had stolen my stuff. I remember thinking that falling asleep during a movie was something an old person would do, and that I was getting old. I ran back out to try and find a better movie only to be stopped by my professor A.T. who was lying in the (narrow) hallway, blocking off the rest of the theater to me with his body. He looked ready to catch my ankle if I ran by. I think he knew I had already seen the movie I paid for.