I guess maybe I sound like Disgusted from Tunbridge Wells. But I ask you:
- Michael Jackson behaves so as to make it almost certain that he was a paedophile. He destroys his face in a crazed attempt to make it look less like the pure and very black kid he was and more like a caricature of a white person. He dies of a disastrous combination of unhealthy living and drugs. He is practically canonized, underage kids - especially blacks - carry his face on their t-shirts and put it on their walls, and it is his doctor, who is no doubt a villain but did what he was told - who is scapegoated for his shameful death.
- Boy George abducts, rapes and tortures a male model. He is quite rightly sent to jail - if for a ludicrously short term. Within a few months of being let out he is all over the BBC and other channels, grinning all over his ugly pasty face, and being consistently treated as a respected veteran of the industry.
- Rihanna is brutally beaten within an inch of her life by the kind of boyfriend whom an old-fashioned father would have horsewhipped out of the county. Now her latest album is about sado-masochist sex and the pleasures of pain, all intended to make money.
We profess to hate racism, to hate rape, to hape sexism and violence. And yet, when a black singer insults his own descent by trying in public to destroy his own skin colour and features, blacks insist on making a hero out of him. When a woman celebrates sexual cruelty and seems to condone actual violence done against herself, the press and television give her space. When a man becomes guilty of the abduction and rape of another man, he is treated as though he deserved to be treated as a gentleman. Is it possible to have a more mixed set of messages?
- Michael Jackson behaves so as to make it almost certain that he was a paedophile. He destroys his face in a crazed attempt to make it look less like the pure and very black kid he was and more like a caricature of a white person. He dies of a disastrous combination of unhealthy living and drugs. He is practically canonized, underage kids - especially blacks - carry his face on their t-shirts and put it on their walls, and it is his doctor, who is no doubt a villain but did what he was told - who is scapegoated for his shameful death.
- Boy George abducts, rapes and tortures a male model. He is quite rightly sent to jail - if for a ludicrously short term. Within a few months of being let out he is all over the BBC and other channels, grinning all over his ugly pasty face, and being consistently treated as a respected veteran of the industry.
- Rihanna is brutally beaten within an inch of her life by the kind of boyfriend whom an old-fashioned father would have horsewhipped out of the county. Now her latest album is about sado-masochist sex and the pleasures of pain, all intended to make money.
We profess to hate racism, to hate rape, to hape sexism and violence. And yet, when a black singer insults his own descent by trying in public to destroy his own skin colour and features, blacks insist on making a hero out of him. When a woman celebrates sexual cruelty and seems to condone actual violence done against herself, the press and television give her space. When a man becomes guilty of the abduction and rape of another man, he is treated as though he deserved to be treated as a gentleman. Is it possible to have a more mixed set of messages?
Chi e' che parla italiano?
Date: 2011-02-12 10:41 pm (UTC)Re: Chi e' che parla italiano?
Date: 2011-02-12 11:50 pm (UTC)Il mio italiano è rudimentale, ma mi permette di seguire la politca deliziosa - e poco seria - del Bel Paese (dove Ferrara l'ateo, il Horowitz italiano, è il più santo e parla di Kant spalleggiato da Iva Zanicchi per distruggere Umberto Eco). Che raffinatezza!
Anyhow, the issue above is also connected to the present Berlusconi imbroglio and the left suddenly becoming so hugely moralistic.
My friend, we are governed by moods and attitudes: reason flew out the window ages ago.
I think it's connected to what C.S. Lewis said:
"Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither."
What happened to the Enlightenment?
The answer is in the lines of the world's most expensive artwork: Jackson Pollock's No. 5, 1948 (140 million dollars - a lot of Ferraris!) all done in a drunken Frenzy by this erstwhile darling of the Postwar Italian Gagà!
Pollock's No. 5 or perhaps that other artistco-cultural "landmark": Duchamp's fountain, a store-bought Urinal (retailing at $1,800,000).
There you see modern man in all his splendor.
When a urinal gets placed next to a Rembrandt next to a can of turds with the Sound Track provided by a John Cage, it is "ozioso" to look for moral meaning. That stuff is left to Walker Texas Ranger!
Re: Chi e' che parla italiano?
Date: 2011-02-13 08:45 am (UTC)Re: Chi e' che parla italiano?
Date: 2011-02-13 09:36 am (UTC)http://www.columbia.edu/cu/augustine/arch/nihilism.html#5
Those figures are to popular culture what alta moda is to pret-a-porter. It's the popular culture that worries me, but at the same time, it's also popular culture with its childlike innocence that might one day say: "The King has no clothes."
I can't offer much advice, because I'm only at the first stage of turning my world upside-down. For instance Health Care to me means not what Obama or the Republicans might come up with, but what would happen if I fainted out in the street. Would anybody stop and ask "Hey Mister, are you all right?"
I remember 100 years ago a hippie friend of mine put it to the test in Paris. In the city of lights and fraternité absolutely everybody just walked by.
Buon Lavoro
oops I have to confirm that I'm a human - altro che canzoni partigiane!
Re: Chi e' che parla italiano?
Date: 2011-02-13 10:57 am (UTC)As for falling over and nearly dying, don't ever try it in England, that's all. Speaking from personal experience...
Re: Chi e' che parla italiano?
Date: 2011-02-13 02:16 pm (UTC)Oops, sorry, I'm Steven, 58 years old, father of two girls, profession translator, romano di Englewood New Jersey. I'll become a Utente LiveJournal and call myself Frittomisto.
Take care