My life's convictions have been shattered, suddenly on a Saturday night while watching Star Trek. I was sitting there, waiting to be bored and instead I was so so surprised that I was enjoying myself, so surprised indeed.
I was raised to believe that things are black and white in a certain way: people are either clever or stupid, not good or bad; books are either artistic or pop, not good or bad and so on and so forth. Now of course I listen to trashy music and watch shitty films and enjoy them, but I thought this was just my guilty pleasure. An old friend once told my that cheesy music is cathartic, and I believed him, but didn't ask why.
Still, I know in my bones that there is a difference between the entire current UK top 40 and "like a prayer". But how can I explain it, if my only tools are: posh vs. pop? And then it hit me that this is a false dichotomy. There is no such thing as deep vs. pop literature, everything in life is either GOOD or plain BAD.
Star trek is a pop movie, but it's a good movie.
The Carnage is not a pop movie, but it's a bad movie.
Madonna is pop but it's good pop (most of the times).
Vivaldi is not pop (well, maybe), but it's good music still.
This is the distinction in life: are you or are you not good in whatever you do? You lay the rules (of your genre), whatever they are and then you can follow them (in a good, inspired, or even profound way) or not.
If you don't follow the rules that you set, no matter how naive or simplistic they might be, then your (artistic or other) artifact will forever and always suck.
Over and out,
an enlightened Lady V
Monday, 13 February 2012
Saturday, 11 February 2012
The new boring

La petite bourgeoisie, how boring really...
Don't we all know it, that the middle class sucks?
We educate ourselves to mask our working class roots.
We dress up nicely to hide our stumbled fingernails.
We speak politely to disguise our animal instincts.
Polanski's new movie, with its excellent cast and interesting (if somewhat far-fetched) script tells us, once again, what we knew all along: that people are animals, and middle class people are animals in disguise. Like the pigs walking on their back two feet and wearing clothes in the animal farm.
What I particularly disliked about the movie (apart from the fact that it was boring) was that it was so naively transparent. Its intentions were extremely clear from start to finish. This movie very simply wanted to tell us that politeness is skin deep, it disguises the true nature of man. But this was so banal, so common and so clear that I really could not even concentrate.
Quel dommage!
Thursday, 9 February 2012
Monday, 6 February 2012
Sunday, 29 January 2012
The rain
What do you feel when you listen to the falling rain tapping away on the window?
I feel relief.
I feel that everything will be clean and shiny after that.
I feel lucky that I have a warm house to cosy into and listen to the falling rain.
I feel like making a cup of coffee and reading magazines.
Good morning...
And remember, tomorrow is a new week and lousy January will be over for another year.
I feel relief.
I feel that everything will be clean and shiny after that.
I feel lucky that I have a warm house to cosy into and listen to the falling rain.
I feel like making a cup of coffee and reading magazines.
Good morning...
And remember, tomorrow is a new week and lousy January will be over for another year.
Monday, 23 January 2012
Grow up
The sole purpose of this post is to make me feel better. I always felt that writing is therapeutic, so now is the time to put this to the ultimate test.
I've always been a good girl, I hate confrontation, and very often in order to avoid it I even lie. If a friend invites me to dinner and I don't feel like going, I might lie in order not to say to the other person "I can't come, because I don't feel like it". Society seems to like this, it's calling these excuses "white lies" or something. But they are shit, mostly because they make people weak, stupid, avoiding confrontation at all cost. So when you actually have to confront something, you cannot because you are not able to, you have never done it.
I have a manipulative person in my life, who has managed to manipulate me into a role that I do not want to assume.
Initially, I could deal with this, because I can deal with everything seemingly, I just grin and bear it.
I now find myself into a situation where it is impossible for me to function, because the role that I am forced to play is not feasible anymore.
The only answer to my problem is to confront this person and explain that I cannot do this anymore. This is the only possible, logical and right thing to do. Yet, I am finding it hard. Why?
All my life, whenever I had to do something like this, I shied away from it, I took another road. I stayed silent and waited for the problem to disappear. Sometimes this worked, sometimes it didn't.
This time, this is definitely NOT going to work; the manipulation is too big.
So I have to speak up. Will I do this?
You fucking better believe I will. Because, maybe now, at the age of 33, it is (maybe; just maybe) the time to finally grow up.
Grow up.
Speak up for yourself.
No one else will.
I've always been a good girl, I hate confrontation, and very often in order to avoid it I even lie. If a friend invites me to dinner and I don't feel like going, I might lie in order not to say to the other person "I can't come, because I don't feel like it". Society seems to like this, it's calling these excuses "white lies" or something. But they are shit, mostly because they make people weak, stupid, avoiding confrontation at all cost. So when you actually have to confront something, you cannot because you are not able to, you have never done it.
I have a manipulative person in my life, who has managed to manipulate me into a role that I do not want to assume.
Initially, I could deal with this, because I can deal with everything seemingly, I just grin and bear it.
I now find myself into a situation where it is impossible for me to function, because the role that I am forced to play is not feasible anymore.
The only answer to my problem is to confront this person and explain that I cannot do this anymore. This is the only possible, logical and right thing to do. Yet, I am finding it hard. Why?
All my life, whenever I had to do something like this, I shied away from it, I took another road. I stayed silent and waited for the problem to disappear. Sometimes this worked, sometimes it didn't.
This time, this is definitely NOT going to work; the manipulation is too big.
So I have to speak up. Will I do this?
You fucking better believe I will. Because, maybe now, at the age of 33, it is (maybe; just maybe) the time to finally grow up.
Grow up.
Speak up for yourself.
No one else will.
Sunday, 22 January 2012
My dog died
My dog Mourgos died.
He ate poison and died.
Who does this to animals? I don't care why people leave poison around, if it's for fucking foxes or whoever eats their chickens or whatever. You can't do this period. Fucking assholes. I hate them all.
We've lost so many animals like this. Suffering terrible deaths, poor dogs.
This is not a normal country, when nothing works and no one behaves like a civilized person.
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