Broken Britain vs. Greece on the brink
On the one hand, there is Greece: for two years now media have covered the crisis in Greece in an unsympathetic style, secretly blaming the South European lazy ethos for all the doom and gloom. If you watched the despicable "go Greek for a week" Channel 4 program, you know what I am talking about.
Recently however, the insightful coverage has prevailed and even more so it has uncovered the unbelievably harsh reality of living in Greece amidst this crisis.
The Guardian reports that HIV and malaria are having an eerie comeback in Greece due to the deteriorating health system.
It also reports that Athens children are too hungry to do sports.
If this is the picture of a lazy nation that got what it deserved, then I don't know what to say.
On a more positive note, global post reports on a rising grassroots movement in Greece that is aimed to tackle the failing system, and has brought some type of social synergy back to the Greek society.
It's easy to think that all of this is "far away", and does not concern us happy hard-working Northern Europeans. We pay our taxes, you say, we are not like the Greeks. But then, where did all of this come from?
Plan B protests and sings:
We've had it with you politicians
you bloody rich kids never listen
There's no such thing as broken Britain
we're just bloody broke in Britain
What needs fixing is the system
not shop windows down in Brixton
Riots on the television
you can't put us all in prison!
Oi! I said Oi!
What you looking at you little rich boy?
We're poor round here, run home and lock your door!
Don't come round here no more, you could get robbed for
real (yeah) because my manors ill
My manors ill
For real
Yeah you know my manors ill , my manors ill!
So, we really need to think about easy and shallow generalizations long and hard.
What did Greece do wrong? How can we fix it?
What did Britain do wrong? How can we fix that?
I have no answers. All I know is that this is one problem, not two and whoever thinks otherwise is simply fooling himself.
Friday, 16 March 2012
Friday, 24 February 2012
Classic
Just got a taxi to the airport (hallow Belgium) and I finally met the ultimate classic taxi-driver, Greek stylee here in Belfast.
He gave me an analysis of the financial crisis, complete with conspiracy theories about free masons and who controls the federal reserve bank in the states. It was awesome. He said people need to stop paying taxes and we need to bring those bastards down! He also said he lives in the country and grows his own vegetables because soon there will be a time when a potato will cost 100 pounds.
Priceless, I tell you!
And you know what, he could very well be right, I am not taking the piss, it's just that I haven't met such a stereotypical specimen of a taxi-driver since I lived in Greece.
And I had missed it greatly.
He gave me an analysis of the financial crisis, complete with conspiracy theories about free masons and who controls the federal reserve bank in the states. It was awesome. He said people need to stop paying taxes and we need to bring those bastards down! He also said he lives in the country and grows his own vegetables because soon there will be a time when a potato will cost 100 pounds.
Priceless, I tell you!
And you know what, he could very well be right, I am not taking the piss, it's just that I haven't met such a stereotypical specimen of a taxi-driver since I lived in Greece.
And I had missed it greatly.
Tuesday, 21 February 2012
New old
Amazing song.
How can something so old sound so new?
Am I the only one who thinks that this sounds like a forgotten duet between Sting/Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush?
How can something so old sound so new?
Am I the only one who thinks that this sounds like a forgotten duet between Sting/Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush?
Monday, 13 February 2012
False dichotomy
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
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
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
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