I spent a good portion of 1999 making fun of my then-boyfriend Alex for lining up two days running to see Episode 1. I mean, I think he missed some finals. And I think he missed work. He also dragged me to see it when I arrived back in Texas from Cairo, still jet-lagged.
The rock-solid line of reasoning ran that I couldn’t fathom, justify, or even condone sleeping on the pavement to see a movie that will be in the theatre, EVERY THEATRE, for six months running. I think my argument is still valid, although strictly speaking, I’m not sure I’ve got any ground to stand on anymore.
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My moral high ground has been lost to erosion, since this morning at 9AM, I lined up for 20 minutes outside the Park Slope Barnes & Noble to get a wristband (!), guaranteeing me two copies of Harry Potter 7 tonight at midnight. I was even given a letter, D if you’re wondering, to designate where in the store I will stand to receive holy communion bounty from on high a book that will be in all bookstores until the very end of time and for two hours after the end of time.
I know! Poor Alex! Where’s that high horse now? But I stand my ground. I’ve just adjusted that ground slightly so that it precludes actually sleeping on pavement to get your obsessive cult object. That’s just going too far.

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