We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It has been an increasing problem for sometime. We went to an A. B. matinee concert in San Jose which was attended by many men in cargo shorts who behavior was worse than the the hockey fans that use the same venue, much worse. An ad hoc protocol developed; properly dressed people acknowledged other properly dressed people and we ignored the others.
In the early 70's I lived in Las Vegas. It was totally different back then in every possible way. Most of the restaurants and entertainment venues required a coat and tie. If you didn't have one they would lend you the coat and tie. But there were some who did not require a coat and tie and they thrived. As the crowds flocked to the more accessible venues the hoity-toity venues had to give in to what the public wanted or go broke.
same thought, crowed looks like bums why spend 200 for a ticket to be around such slobs. had season tickets for years even access to patrons lounge. each year the seats got better on renewal. such a great production and sound but
I read during the Renaissance Italians tried to recreate greet theatrics. the result was the highest realization of music, drama, desecration, poetry, vocal performance, in other words opera
I would suggest that if you're attending the opera / ballet / symphony to see well-dressed people, or to object to seeing slobs, then you might be there for the wrong reason. You shouldn't let slobs diminish your appreciation.
At the Houston Ballet, there is are quite a few well-dressed ticket holders, and a fair share of slobs. I go for the ballet. But I have to admit, I do enjoy watching the people. We even had a couple that came dressed in shiny tight-fitting vinyl uni-suits with shiny zippers, complete with masks, for a while. It's Houston, after all.