Last week I had some friends over. You know you’re with good friends if the conversation can turn to Shakespeare and it doesn’t get weird. I don’t officially know when the Bard turned all academic, but he causes some people to go a bit strange.
Me: He was the Steven Spielberg of his day!
Friend: Right! I mean, it’s become a litmus test for whether or not you’ve got the right parents or something. It’s as though some people are all ‘What are his prospects? Is he good to the servants? Has he not seen Othello? No, you may not marry my daughter!’
Me: I think the larger problem there is grown-ass adults are asking parental permission to marry other adults.
Other Friend: Totally.
Rocko: I think it became the realm of academia when, over time, people stopped performing the plays and only read them in books. Which were largely the domains of the elite and wealthy.
And that is when we decided that Rocko can’t play our William ‘Bill’ Shakespeare-book-club game if he’s going to be sober.
Then we cracked out our sketchbooks and drank more wine which led to some excellent usage of Photoshop. And Macklemore.
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