Just thought I'd share. One night at the co-op, a chance encounter of some very politicized Palestinians (and their activist American cohorts) exploded in the kitchen. One guy's criticism of some Palestinian politicians brought down angry accusations of siding with Israel, and it soon devolved into a venomous screaming match.
Thankfully, I had a rehearsal to go to. I ate dinner and left the anger and the blaming and the shrieking and escaped into the quietness of night.
Three hours later, I returned home. And there in the kitchen were the same people. But they weren't screaming--they were dancing. Yes, while I was gone, a vicious political argument had somehow erupted into a crazy dance party.
If only that happened more often, you know?