the opera

the other night i watched madam butterfly on tv. there wasn't anything else on and brent was out (he would have never sanctioned such a viewing) at first i thought it would be weird and cheesy watching an opera on tv. and at first it was. it is weird to watch something in a japanese setting when they are singing in italian and the lead character's (who is japanese) name is butterfly. and then there was also the fact that even though they were wearing kimonos and asian, they were obviously not japanese and that was a tad bit irritating to me. brent came home in the middle of it and i was way too into it to let him change the channel. the end was so tragic and unfair yet somehow typical of the way things really could have been at that time. it was so powerful and i truly felt the grief of madam butterfly that her actions seemed to be the only path. even brent was drawn in.