Actually, it's not true that I hate opera. It's that I'm emotionally unaffected by it. I get more of a rise out of baking a cake. It was hard to keep my rude, humorous comments to myself during Madam Butterfly. Luckily I was with a comedienne, so I was in good company. The scene in the middle where she's waiting for her philandering asshole husband to come home is longer, by itself, than all operas put together should be allowed to be.

Considering I'm working toward doing some form of musical theater myself right now, I'm feeling a little conflicted.