Shut Up, Film Festival
My parents live at Bloor and Avenue Road — Ground Zero for the Festival. Last year, they went out to a dinner party in the suburbs somewhere and, when they came back around 10 PM or so, took thirty-five minutes to travel about a hundred feet on Cumberland.
Therefore, I won’t be trying to visit them this week at all, because if there’s anything I hate more than crowds, it’s crowds full of scenesters.
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I got trapped in a traffic gaggle of TFF scenesters a few years ago. I seriously wanted to jump the car up onto the sidewalk and crash through the front window of the Paramount lobby. Where did these people learn to cross at traffic lights, the Braille Institute?