The Rabbit Hole is a terrible bar attached to what I assume is a terrible restaurant. I only ever went there for the karaoke, which to their credit allowed me to sing any songs you could think to find in whatever software they use. It attracted a very young crowd — kids who recently turned 21, drink to excess, and try to start fights. They never pulled it off, but they did get me banned.
One night, after I had finished singing a song, some dude named Daniel aproached me to say I did a good job. I asked him if he knew the origin of his (and my) name. This lead into a brief conversation about the Bible. Many people claim that they believe it, and I go through a list of the most offensive parts until they find one they don’t believe. In this guy’s case, it was the “women must not speak in church” i thing. He didn’t really freak out or anything, and I totally forgot about the interaction.
A couple weeks later, I get accosted by some drunk chick who heard from a friend that I “think women shouldn’t be allowed to speak.” She argued with me alongside one of her friends — that is, I argued some perfectly valid points, while she got increasingly beligerant; much to the friend’s dismay, who even expressed that I was coming off as the victor. ii We must have covered homosexuality, because that issue would come up another couple weeks later, with a different set of drunkards.
This time it’s a guy — different than the first one, and much more drunk. He gets up in my face, literally spitting mad, going on about how he “has gay friends” and “do you wanna take this outside?” He eventually gets so loud that his friends have to drag him out the back way. I don’t know if it was the same night, but I also got a chance to speak with this gay friend. Ironically, he was much cooler about my beliefs than anyone else so far. Basically acknowledging that my beliefs are simply based on what the Bible says, and so what?
Finally, another couple weeks later, I get the “your business isn’t welcome here” notification from the bartender. I had just worn my “Jesus Christ Caused 9/11” t-shirt the week prior, and assumed that was why. The son of a woman who I see at karaoke all the time, who I guess is friends with the owner of the Rabbit Hole, told me they kicked me out because they thought I was attracting the drunk kids. Maybe that’s true, but it’s still a moral hazard to basically reward their behavior. And wouldn’t you know it, not long after my banishment, karaoke was canceled indefinitely. iii I sincerely hope the place goes out of business entirely.
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1 Corinthians 14:34 Let your women keep silent in the churches, for they are not permitted to speak; but they are to be submissive, as the law also says. 35 And if they want to learn something, let them ask their own husbands at home; for it is shameful for women to speak in church. ^
- The friend was pretty cool actually. I said “you don’t have to marry me” to the drunk one, to which she replied “I would never marry you,” and her friend quickly interjects, “I would!” ^
- For the longest time, I would be one of maybe two or three people signing up to sing. I was keeping the thing alive, and eventually grew the crowd to the point it filled the room. ^