Professor; in all of your schooling about the twenty-first century, and with all the preparation required for us to come here (and blend in), we never took into account the little things that make this time-period unique. On Monday evening, Anne and I took in a movie. It’s something New Yorkers normally do so it seemed like a good idea. I’m not going to review the movie. The actors performed their roles wonderfully, but it was a silly little plot about the Devil and exorcism. This report is a review of the experience itself.
Before this assignment, we brushed up on the languages and phrases of the era, and our training had us prepared for just about anything. We noticed that populace themselves are an interesting bunch capable of both insolence, and at times, respect. First, the conduct as we entered the theater, if you could call a large room with a screen a theater, was appalling. You would not believe that the hollow conversation actually continued well into the film. Could a group of people be more disrespectful? Why yes they can. Afterwards, everyone left their trash strewn about the floor and the seats. We were astounded. There were personnel sent to clean up even while the credits were still playing. All of this makes me wonder. No one paid much attention to each other’s rudeness. It was business as usual. However, some of those same people were very courteous in closer quarters. Anne and I stepped into a café to warm up and a man offered us his table. He chose to stand at a window counter. This same man spoke on his phone throughout the entire movie. It appears the level of respect a person shows to others corresponds precisely to their level of anonymity. Strange.
The irony of the situation is this: If our existence is ever discovered, it will be our kindness that’ll reveal us, not our comical attempt at fashion or hairstyles.
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