My Confrontation with Rosa Parks' Much Younger Evil Sister and Emma Stone's Big Fat Face

Hunter and I went to see the movie The Help last night.  Being the 2nd night open we were dealing with a rather full theater.  As we were looking for a seat we discovered two black women sitting in between 2 empty seats, one of them had her coat and purse on it so I asked if the seat was taken and they said no and that I could sit there.  So than I asked if the seat to her left was taken and, again, she said no and that I could sit there as well.  So I took a deep breath and I worked up the nerve to kindly and politely as possible, ask them if they would be willing to move over one seat so my boyfriend and I could sit together.  To my astonishment they actually looked me in the eye and said "no, you can sit in this seat here or that one right there but these are the seats that we chose."  Now I don't consider myself to be a racist person, that would imply that I have a centralized lack of tolerance for one single group of people, when, in reality I have a centralized lack of tolerance towards all people.  Don't act like an asshole and than scream discrimination.  White, black, Asian, Indian, I don't care, if you're going to be rude than I am going to contemplate punching you in the face.  So when I considered either screaming, "Who are you, fucking Rosa Parks!", taking the lid off of our coke and throwing it in their faces or simply sitting next to them and harassing them throughout the movie by reaching across their laps and grabbing handfuls of popcorn from Hunter every 2 minutes, it was directly related to the fact that these women were assholes, not because they were black.  Unfortunately we were the only white people in a theater showing a movie about violence and repression against blacks, so I thought better of it simply because I had just paid $22 to see the movie and didn't want to get kicked out before the previews had even started.  Not to mention, we're new to the city and I didn't want my name on the front of the paper as a violent bigot assaulting a poor black woman.  There is definitely a time and place for things.   So I hung my head and went to the Neck-Strain Section of the theater and spent the full 2 hours looking up Emma Stone's 42" nose.