take that, douche bag

so the other night i was sitting at the kitchen, eating dinner, minding my own business when a couple of 50 something guys sat down next to me and began talking music. being a person who is more than mildly interested in the subject, i listened as their talk turned to the best movie scenes that involved obscure music that "worked" in an unexpected way. i kept quiet as they talked their way through notable 80's films ranging from 'full metal jacket' to 'stripes'. understanding that they had a penchant for the subcategory of violent movie scenes, i couldn't help but pipe up and make my case for gary rafferty's 'baker street' in the movie 'good will hunting'. not only could they not recall the scene in question but their reaction contained every ounce of the chronological snobbery that comes with people who haven't seen a film since regan left office. they proceeded to argue with me, attempting to bully the girl in the long dress. as if. whatever dudes, go back to vail and dream about impressing the cougars apres ski. those men are lucky i didn't give them a 'southie' style upper cut with my glass of rosé. i know my shit and this is dope.