People always ask if I know a lot about classical music since I work at the opera. I would say I know more than a lot of my friends, but I still talk about it as if I am a 24 year old talking about a Judd Apatow movie with a few opera terms mixed in. “That’s the aria where whatshisface is tearing off Brunhilde’s petal boob dress right? Oh wait, that’s in the last act of Walkure after the God Dad gets all mad because she did what he wanted to do anyway. What a dick.” (real conversation from lunch today.)
