Please, People
I'm off on another rant about the criminal excesses the western world indulges in and caters to, after reading two recent news items dealing with exactly that topic. I know the news was not written with that intent in the writer's mind. I, however, am unable to do anything else but see these items through the shit-coloured lens of unforgivably culpable cupidity.
The first deals with J. Lo, Miss I'm-More-Important-Than-Everyone-Else. It seems that when the legend in her own mind was heading off to a recording session, she sent on ahead a list of demands that included dimmer light bulbs and a gourmet meat selection. The light bulbs were meant to make her look "desirable" and the meat was meant to - what? If she were a person who genuinely cared about the welfare of others, she would shine with her own inner light of compassionate beauty, making the type of light bulbs used a moot point.
If she were actually a person who could see past the end of her own nose, she might just brown-bag it, and there would be no beef or pork product at all in her bag because of the prohibitive cost of bringing those meats to the table - costs to the environment and to the others with whom little miss spoiled rotten shares it.
Of course, neither "if" holds true in J.Lo's case, not are they expected to. Her demands are met as though they are reasonable requests, and one more unforgivable excess is chalked up on the western world's score board.
The second item came from Italy, place of origin of my maternal forebears. It became a place of shame for me to have any connection to when I read about the February 18th carnival in Ivrea, northern Italy. The event is held yearly to remember a popular revolt that took place back when. People in traditional costumes stage a mock attack of others in horse-drawn wagons, and everyone uses real oranges as their ammunition. Thousands of the fruits are tossed about, and trampled in the "fun".
Food being made into garbage. For what purpose exactly, might I ask? If the general populace of Ivrea has simply got to commemorate the date, why not use something else to pelt each other with, something that could not be used in other circumstances as a nutritional food? While there are children starving to death, how can they possibly justify their criminal indulgence in stupidity? Why don't they consider revamping the whole occasion? Maybe they could do their commemorating by sending the purchase price of all the oranges to a different third world village each year. Maybe they could do something that would make them into worthwhile global citizens, instead of worthy targets of hate from those trapped in grinding poverty.
Please, people, please. We've got to change our profligate ways before it is too late.
The first deals with J. Lo, Miss I'm-More-Important-Than-Everyone-Else. It seems that when the legend in her own mind was heading off to a recording session, she sent on ahead a list of demands that included dimmer light bulbs and a gourmet meat selection. The light bulbs were meant to make her look "desirable" and the meat was meant to - what? If she were a person who genuinely cared about the welfare of others, she would shine with her own inner light of compassionate beauty, making the type of light bulbs used a moot point.
If she were actually a person who could see past the end of her own nose, she might just brown-bag it, and there would be no beef or pork product at all in her bag because of the prohibitive cost of bringing those meats to the table - costs to the environment and to the others with whom little miss spoiled rotten shares it.
Of course, neither "if" holds true in J.Lo's case, not are they expected to. Her demands are met as though they are reasonable requests, and one more unforgivable excess is chalked up on the western world's score board.
The second item came from Italy, place of origin of my maternal forebears. It became a place of shame for me to have any connection to when I read about the February 18th carnival in Ivrea, northern Italy. The event is held yearly to remember a popular revolt that took place back when. People in traditional costumes stage a mock attack of others in horse-drawn wagons, and everyone uses real oranges as their ammunition. Thousands of the fruits are tossed about, and trampled in the "fun".
Food being made into garbage. For what purpose exactly, might I ask? If the general populace of Ivrea has simply got to commemorate the date, why not use something else to pelt each other with, something that could not be used in other circumstances as a nutritional food? While there are children starving to death, how can they possibly justify their criminal indulgence in stupidity? Why don't they consider revamping the whole occasion? Maybe they could do their commemorating by sending the purchase price of all the oranges to a different third world village each year. Maybe they could do something that would make them into worthwhile global citizens, instead of worthy targets of hate from those trapped in grinding poverty.
Please, people, please. We've got to change our profligate ways before it is too late.
3 Comments:
Most of these so-called stars live in a place where the sky is the colour they want it. It is quite sickening and what is more sick is that our daughters, nieces and girls in general look up to these women.
Both of the women you wrote about aren't idiots, they are worse: they believe their own press and find themselves amusing and important.
Give me the choice of spending a day with someone who makes a difference in their community or a "star", I will take the community person any day. I can learn from them. I can't learn anything from these so called stars.
Oops, that was me. Amal
Blogger is not letting me type comments when I sign in ever since they forced my switch to the gmail login. Sorry.
Nothing surprises me here. This sort of stupidity can be found in too many places ... like every Halloween here in North America.
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