You know, no one ever asks me my opinion about opera. What is it with that?
It really annoys me, because it’s like, “What? Do I not look like someone who knows anything about opera?”
I know stuff about opera! A lot of stuff! And I think a lot of things about it!
Because it’s true: I do have opinions about opera, a lot of opinions. So I’m ready if anyone is ever having their little conversation about opera, and they talk and talk, and they never ask me about opera, because at a certain point, I’m going to jump in and say:
“You know what? Fuck. You. I know about opera, and I have opinions about opera. I am a cultured person, so fuck you for thinking otherwise, and you know what else? Fuck you for thinking that even if I did have opinions, that my two cents are not worth a shit in your little conversation about opera, you little worthless piece of rat filth.”
And then they’d say, “Well, we weren’t really even talking about opera per se, but OK, what are your opinions about opera?”
And I’d say, “Oh, you know, opera… I can take or leave it.”