Esoteric

Sitting at Mustang's with Kelli this afternoon, spooning warm chicken tortilla soup into my mouth we got to discussing why our friends come down so hard on us.

Kelli: Film noir is great, but after a long day of work my brain just wants to detox

Me: Word. I pick the summer blockbuster every time.

Kelli: I think they (our friends) expect more from us because we're capable of dissecting and appreciating the intellectual nuances in the foreign film.

Me: But we choose not to. Honestly, I get it but I can't be bothered with it. It's laziness on one hand and I like my entertainment mainstream and escapist. why do I have to apologize for it?

Kelli: It's really our choice they frown upon. I don't want to be esoteric, since when is this a crime?

Me: Wow. This diatribe merits credits on Dawson's Creek (or the latest teen-angst ridden WB show!)

Kelli: Amen to that. Pass the hot sauce.

Me: You can't handle the green sauce, white girl!