An unfortunate event occurred this past Tuesday night at the Plaza showing of "The Big Lebowski." A person (whom is not worthy of a name) decided to sit directly in front of me. His other friends filled up the remaining row. During the pre-show, these people decided to exchange pictures of the female genitalia on their cell phones. The feedback given was embarrassing. It was really disgusting, but didn't stop there. Once the movie began, the guy leaned back and for some reason his seat was broken, therefore extended further than others in the row. So, here I was, this guy practically in my lap, so he decides to rock the chair back and forth. For the first part, I just changed my position away from his chair, but after the position became uncomfortable, I decided to go back the way I was. My legs, not extended more than usual, were hit over and over again by the rocking seat. I thought if I let his seat his my legs for a little while, he'd notice and stop..... he didn't. Instead, he decided to mumble something like, "That's your leg," and went back rocking. As if this wasn't enough, he yelled out obscene phrases throughout the film and cheered for naked women. Frankly, I was not only repulsed, but offended by his apparent rudeness. I couldn't think of anything to do at the time. Actually, I sincerely thought about killing him, something that probably wouldn't be worth it with all the mess, but I really do think he does not deserve to live. What good can come from this person's life? When Amy got up to go to the bathroom, the chair hit her as well. Knowing what I know now, I should have just went and told the manager. I'm pretty sure that Amy and myself weren't the only people disgusted by this asshole. Maybe I should have told the manager the person was kidding with his friends about setting the carpet on fire, and that I saw him playing with a matchstick. The reason I have given the identity of "person" is because I'm ashamed to call him a man or guy. People like this person is what gives my sex a bad name. The problem is if I took out all the disgusting persons out of the "men" category, then I'd be very lonely. That's how sad this is.

On my way to and from St. Simons, I came across several billboards, one in which read in large bold letters "WE BARE ALL." Others were for Hooters, including a scantily dressed woman and hot wings. These billboards make me sick. Everything from advertisements to forms of art exposing women as objects. I really cannot put into words how offended I am, not as a man, but at a human being. I can just see guys driving down the road and get such a joy from seeing the billboard, which I don't know if the company or the consumer is more at fault. I'm of course only speaking my opinion, without facts. The marketing campaign could be run by a woman, but I just feel like it's more likely a man coming up with ideas of exposing a woman for financial gain. But there are women who knowingly expose themselves merely for the money and care less about self-image. I feel that a woman has the right to do whatever she wants to with her body, everything from abortion to prostitution, just as long as I don't have to see it on a billboard.

I just don't see how men could have fun sharing pictures of vaginas or how women get together and compare dildos. What happened to this world? Are these people just sad? Is there something missing in their lives and they have to fill an empty hole with useless desires? The more they fill, the lonelier they'll become. I don't have the answers to these questions, because I cannot understand them. It's something I really don't care to understand, which probably will result in never understanding.

I am of course, probably talking about a low percentage of people. I'm terrible at statistics, but I can only hope it's a low percentage.

If I ever come across that person again, I don't know what I'll do. Maybe not kill him, just take a baseball bat to his knees. Just kidding... I do know people though...