What I am hating on today: self-righteous, pious, smarmy, snotty, holier-than-thou equestriennes of the high horse. I just might have to give up watching breakfast television, as today it set my teeth on edge; I looked like a frightened chimp. Was watching the segment on Channel 7, and shan't name names, but the panellist included a former professional swimmer, who when asked for her two cents on the Robert Allenby story, practically came out and said had he been drugged (as he appears to suspect), then it could have happened to a nicer bloke. Seriously, woman, what the total fuck? He has apparently offended her because he directed his own income to a strip joint. According to her, married people shouldn't go to strip joints, and she and her husband don't do this, nor do they look at porn. Well, colour me humbled, lady. Just allow me to get some Brasso on a lint-free soft cloth so I can polish your halo for you. Shall we open an account at Paddy Pallins in order that you can purchase some crampons, rope, and a pick axe to get to this high moral ground. Whether Robert Allenby attended a strip club is his own frigging business. It's his money. He earned it. Look, I don't get all gooey and fawning about 'what a great sportsman and golfer' etc. I don't like golf. It's as boring as dried bat guano. Apparently Allenby is not overly burdened with charm, either. According to this panel. Well, so fucking what? To sit under the metaphorical judge's wig and robes and bang the metaphorical gavel because he did something YOU wouldn't do, something that is apparently quite legal anyway, makes you a she-tool. And that goes for everybody who is dumping shit on him. It got my wondering why this moral hate on the establishments. Did the developer of one such establishment allow his dog to do a poo on her lawn? For the record, I think strip clubs are rather infantile, but I would not be threatened if my husband looked ('looked' being the operative word) at a performer in one. Hell, I've been out on Studs Afloat for Hen's Parties, and to be honest have found it more puerile than sexy. Talking to a brainy man is very sexy. But then again, so too is 'that's scene with Brad Pitt in 'Thelma and Louise'. *Types with one hand as she fans self*.
What I learned today: 'Coloured' is considered an offensive term. Actor Benedict Cumberbatch got into a bit of strife when talking of the unfavourable ratio of available work between white actors and um, darker skinned (I guess that's okay?) actors. The term he used was 'coloured'. Now, I am old enough to remember a lot of Anglo Caribbean people referring to themselves as 'coloured'. When did it become offensive? I didn't get the memo, and I saw footage of Benedict, and am quite sure it wasn't his intention to be offensive. I'm not trying to chuck a cat among the pigeons, but is whitey considered offensive? I don't consider it to be so. I don't mind being called a ranga, either, but some don't like it. Years ago, whilst instructing in a court trial, I had lunch with another law clerk who was telling me his background, and this is what he said pretty much verbatim: 'My mother's black, but my father was a whitefella'. I'm not at all offended or taken aback by what he said, but I'd hate for him to be ever castigated over what he said. It got me thinking about that awesome song by the Warumpi Band, and here's a link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_DHwp5vYBI
If 'Hair' ever enjoys a revival, does this mean the song 'Coloured Spade' will be cut from the show? It's sung by an African American character, and is a jibe at preconceived notions of that time. It's also a rather good tune.
Sure, had Cumberbatch said the 'N' word, I could understand offence That is vile. But I honestly had no idea that 'coloured' had become a bad word per se.
Well, I'm going to read aloud passages from Oscar Wilde, in particular: 'The Portrait of Dorian Grey'. If you're wondering why, I'm auditioning for a play next week with the local rep, and it's a period piece (French farce), and the director has asked auditionees read from a period piece.
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