Tuesday, March 20, 2007

La dolce vita has gone

It would be too much hard to explain it properly, but we coined first the word “Paparazzi”. An Italian high and low used word, like Pizza, Mafia or Cappuccino. Well, Fellini’s Dolce Vita left us years ago, but Italy is now obsessed by Paparazzi more than ever. Paparazzi, in these years, seem to hold the real power, even the financial markets and the political establishment fears them. Once a Paparazzi was not interested in politicians’ sexual tendencies or whatever concerning their private lives. Maybe for he knew no magazine or newspaper would ever publish embarrassing pics or support sexual-political scandals. Nowadays it’s different. Politicians, tycoons and vips belong to the same subliminal entity: an (too much) upper, unattainable class, that holds power also (or mostly) due to its popularity. A political class that counts the minutes of its last TV appearance. It’s the post-modern-pop-gossipvictim-society. And Paparazzi are ready. Ready to snap politicians in their “offline” everyday life, catching the most burning secrets of their personal relationships. Just because editors are on the starting grid, with their hands eager to publish gossips and “private” news, often used by other politicians to blacken their opponents. In this degrading media system, Paparazzi do their best to get popularity. And money. In these days a prosecutor is trying to probe on Italian Paparazzi blackmail over politicians and other vips. The result is that we know the Govern spokesman is fascinated by transsexuals. That’s really a great letter from Italy. Or rather a postcard with and embarrassing Paparazzi style pic!
Ciao ciao

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Today what a silly day!

Today is woman’s day or something. I’m a woman, but I’m fed up with such a stupid day. Today’s feast celebrates nothing. Surely not issues concerning women condition or gender discrimination.
Besides, I consider my self as feminist as leftist: is something I’m emotionally involved in. Is something I can’t bear anymore, for all the disillusions and disappointments I’ve faced. Being a woman in a Catholic country maybe is even tougher. My work is to write on a international website. But at the end of the day, I feel like an exploited poor working bee. My time, my creativity wasted. I’m a woman and I can’t stand being treated like a silly chick. I want more. I want to be respected and it’s driving me mad.
Women have been fighting for years. I’m fighting. I’m fighting my own private battle against all my fears, against this soft discrimination. I can work, I can go out at night. I’ve studied. I’m independent. But what for? My male mates earn more than me. Hold more power than me. And my voice is never completely heard.
I’m proud being woman. Probably, this creeping discrimination is leading me to a wider comprehension of social dynamics and gender relationships. To a wider overview of life here on earth. Maybe to a deeper insight. Don’t know. But I had to write down what I’m feeling today. Or just trying to shape my indignation.

I'm sorry for being so aggessive...
Ciao Ciao