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September 12, 2008

Sex, Religion and Superstition

I tend to believe that if you have to pay for enlightenment, then you're being sold lemons to begin with. Enlightenment doesn't usually come with a price tag. Insights are gained each day, through ordinary experiences. You don't have to pay a specific fee for it, which is why this recent Sydney case of sexual assault linked with religion or superstition had me going, and it had me going because the two perverted men belong to the Greek and Coptic Orthodox churches. The elder, or the mastermind behind sexual, Tony Golossian is of Coptic Orthodox faith, and his younger 'protégée' is Arthur Psichogios, of Greek Orthodox faith.

These two men have been charged with 220 sex offences and, in what will have the churches reeling, have used their faiths (Orthodox Christianity is one and the same, originates from one source) to sexually assault two women who believed they were cursed, who then consulted these two men to have curses 'lifted' - the men are not part of the clergy, they're not priests. Now, I realize that sexual assault is bad. I know that it isn't a woman's fault when she is plunged in a situation with horrible men, but for the life of me, I can't understand how women within certain cultures still believe 'curses' or the village folklores and superstitions, but they do. I know of many Greek people who still believe in the evil eye, and some of them are younger than I am.

One of the men's victims thought she (and her family) was cursed by a member of the Greek community who practiced black magic, and by some weird stroke of fate, she was referred to these sexual predators who practiced 'prayer' and 'sex'. But this isn't only about the sex, it's also about money. The woman apparently paid these two men for each prayer service, the amount nearing seventy thousand dollars over a few years. The Fairfield acting police commander said that he's never seen anything so bizarre before, and I guess he hasn't. Sometimes you have to be within a culture to see the bizarre beliefs some people have. I had a male relative who believed that he could get his former girlfriend to return to him via a magic spell. My foster mother would visit a minimum of five clairvoyants a year and at one point, she thought the house was cursed, so she paid this Egyptian 'shaman-like' dude to lift the curse, and she still didn't see his predatory ways: he asked her out on a date shortly after (trying to get into her pants) and kept on at her, and she didn't go out with him because she didn't find him attractive, but he kept on calling the house, just so he could 'keep in touch,' and tried talking to us (then teenage) girls, and we'd hang up the phone. It's bizarre and callous, and most of the time the motivation is centred on greed and sexual cravings.

The question that has me is why people still believe in superstition? Is it because traditional faith doesn't satisfy them? I know that it's considered taboo (in the Eastern Orthodox faith) to believe in superstition. It's still considered heretical, and I guess in these cases, the churches make a valid point (where things like black magic and curses are concerned), because these areas are filled with greedy bastards and predators that take advantage of people. When you enter a church, and I'm not talking about the bullshit evangelical TV shows that request funds, you're not forced to donate money. It's up to the individual. You don't see Catholic or Orthodox priests on television, like Peter Popoff, selling bullshit 'mana' bread or asking for money. But these two men, like telephone psychics, saw an opportunity to make money and obtain 'free' sex (free for them, because they didn't have to invest anything – financial, emotional or otherwise- in the encounter).

But to think that there are people living in the dark ages within one community is not a surprise, not for me anyway. I've known people in my culture to consult astrologers, clairvoyants, visit their Aunt 'Agatha' for coffee readings or go on and on about the Evil Eye – in the 21st Century. Sometimes you can take the Greek out of the village, but you can't take the village out of the Greek, and it may seem cruel for me to say that, but it's true in many circumstances (I know of people who have paid women to cast spells to get their 'lovers' to return) and it seems like the Eastern Orthodox Church has done little to resolve the issues surrounding superstition. I guess religion does little full stop. Even within countries with other Christian denominations, you still see the prevalence of 'new age' charlatans. In the United States, psychics have more media attention or given more respect. People like John Edward are viewed as spiritual authorities, and there never is any scientific proof to validate the John Edwards' of this world. That's the thing. They play their game well and people are still suckered, and the psychics become millionaires, selling one bullshit book after another, playing on our vulnerability, pain (from losing loved ones), and really, these people should be given a kick in the ass. John Edward may try to look intellectual with his new spectacles, but he doesn't fool me.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that one of these perverted men lives in my suburb. Too many freaks, not enough circuses - or islands (to put them on). But even so, to think that there are woman who believe in superstitious bullshit, that inadvertently opens the door to assault or negative experiences, is beyond my comprehension - in this day and age? Isn't 'black magic' something that belongs in the Middle Ages or horror fiction novels?

Most people who believe they are 'magicians' or people who can 'shape' thought are deluded in some way or form. They feel like they need to have control over things because they feel like they don't have any control in anything else. The best example of magic/superstition leading to insanity is Aleister Crowley, who thought he could conjure the devil and was so deluded, he gave himself the nickname 'The Beast'. He was addicted to narcotics, had delusions of  (metaphysical) grandeur and thought himself an esoteric guru who held the key to all meaning, and if he did, he'd be immortal wouldn't he? But he's pushing up daisies like everyone else.

"We'll Always Have Paris (thank goodness)...and Milan"

Fashion is about many things. It's about sex, it's about adornment, commerce, many, many things, but the trends tend to make their way in our everyday wardrobes. It doesn't matter if a selection of designers charge and arm and a leg for their fashions, but I can't say I'm thrilled with everything at New York fashion week. Spring/Summer fashion trends conclude in Paris (thank goodness).

Alexander_wang One of the things that caught my eye, not in a positive way, that appeared at New York this week was this Alexander Wang ensemble (pictured left). Someone should tell that dude that it's Spring/Summer. As for that gray top? We call them sloppy joe's in Australia, and we can buy similar styles at K-Mart. And the pants? They look like leather to me. Hello, it's spring/summer Mr Wang!

I mean, how sloppy is the ensemble to the left? This is why I have a problem with New York fashion week each year. Sometimes, the designers seem repetitive. If you take a look at Calvin Klein's spring/summer 2009 collection, you'll see why. White, white and more skinny shapes. White everywhere. White-out. I haven't posted any Klein images here because the clothes aren't any different. Think a knee length version of Caroline Bessette-Kennedy's wedding dress and you'll see similar shapes this year. Vera Wang seems to be using the same color scheme as Alexander Wang: a selection of dark colors. And it makes me ask what part of spring/summer don't these designers comprehend?Delarenta_2

So far, there are a couple of days left (I think) of New York fashion week, the winning designer, or one of the best collections shown at New York, has to be Oscar de la Renta (pictured right). His clothes don't fight against the feminine form, rather, the designer doesn't fight against the feminine form.













If you want to check out more clothes/trends from New York fashion week, head to Vogue. They have a complete rundown.

The Politics of TV

We definitely have no personalities to have a midday talk show in Australia, which is why networks purchase overseas talk shows. Oprah has been a hit for years, and this week we started receiving two new shows that are apparently fast tracked from the United States: Ellen and The View. Apart from the fact that I'm becoming addicted to both, it's interesting to see the viewpoints of women on a show like The View.

On today's show (broadcast in Australia), the subject was politics, whether people were put off by actors' political views and it also touched upon speeches, and Sarah Palin. The women on the panel were discussing Palin's media appearances, saying that she needed to make more media appearances, or appear on more shows: if Biden is appearing on talk shows or other shows, she ought to be doing the same. Whoopi Goldberg explained why Oprah won't be having any political candidates on her show until after the election, which is fair, however Oprah has also voiced her support for Barack Obama. Besides, which president has time to appear on a talk show after winning an election? There are more pressing issues to work on. It does raise an interesting question about politics and the media. The reality is that the US is heavily in debt, and I mean the worst debt ever. Why is this important to other countries? It's important because it relates to trade and currency exchange, among other things. The Australian dollar recently saw a decrease in value after the US government stepped in to help the two US mortgage providers. The debt, in my opinion (even as a complete outsider) is the most urgent issue and I think that the media can enhance awareness of the issue, as well as give political candidates the chance to discuss their policies, rather than sit there 'dancing' with television personalities like Michelle Obama recently did. Really, who gives a crap about the candidates' spouses? They're not going to be working with aides and advisors, to make decisions that affect everyone but it seems that the media loves political spouses.

It's interesting to see how the media embraces politics or election campaigns in other countries, and I think the United States election process is the most interesting to view. Whether we receive a paltry amount of coverage here, via the few US televisions shows, we still see the way the networks treat politicians, or if you're like me and have a completely stuffed up sleep cycle that has you up at nights or mornings, you'll be able to see overseas news shows and how they approach this election. An interesting point that was raised on The View was the subject of speeches, how Palin had a Bush speechwriter writing her speeches. Then the women quickly said that Obama didn't have a speechwriter, and I thought, 'come on.' How do they know he doesn’t have a speechwriter? Which politician writes their own speeches all the time? The issue of celebrities endorsing politicians is tricky, and in my opinion, shouldn't be made public because it creates bias. If people vote for a candidate based on what a celebrity thinks, and little else, then they're wasting their voting privilege. When actors start getting political it makes you wonder about their 'talents'. Keep your political views to yourself, do your job as an actor, and leave it be, but more and more actors are becoming vocal and it makes me wonder if they do so in order to cover their own artistic limitations or feel inadequate in their professions. Isn't it enough that they enable people to escape through their films or put a smile on people's faces from time to time? Don't actors view this as a significant part of their art?

One thing that I find considerably interesting, as a person living on the other side of the world, is the way Sarah Palin's entry has altered the dynamics. My impression is that it has somehow shifted the dynamic. You can't get any more of a stronger woman that Palin and it's not about her hunting moose or having a capacity to handle the sight of blood. She's got a brood of children, she's vocal and articulate and she stands by her beliefs (even if she is anti-abortion). Ex-pat Australian author Clive James was on an Australian morning show this week and he (sarcastically) pointed out that you can't use a person's attractiveness anymore, that of it being politically incorrect, but he humorously pointed out the obvious: "Sarah Palin is an attractive woman, she is a babe, but you can't say that now." What makes her a babe? It's anyone's guess, but if you had to ask me, Sarah Palin (despite being a mother to a brood of children, and being a future young grandmother after her teenage daughter's pregnancy) doesn't look like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. She doesn't look exhausted or weathered by the issues. She looks like someone who could go for a round of moose hunting, and still make time for foreign policy, but she doesn't seem the type to do the talk show rounds, dance with television hosts or use time (that she could spend with her family, or her job) for frivolous pursuits, and the same applies to her husband. Incidentally, Cindy McCain's wife doesn’t seem the type to dance on television either. People don't really need to see how 'hip' a politician or a politician's spouse is, they really need assurance that someone can step up to the job and deal with crippling debt, and I think the shift in the recent popularity ratings reflect this. At the end of the day it isn't about being popular based on ethnicity or how 'hip' someone is, or what they wear, it's about the perception of capability, even if there are no guarantees at this point in the race, but the perception matters because people vote based on their perception.

Holy F$%%! In the Confessional?

I don't know what to say about the 101 Things to Do Before You Die bandwagon of books. Perhaps there ought to be another book titled 101 Types of Books Not To Write Before You Die? These books have become so freaking unoriginal. Why the 101? What is it about the number? Why not an even number?

The latest in the 101 series is the 101 Places to Have Sex Before You Die. This book has angered the Catholic Church because of a place - the confessional booth. I realize that certain books (of this caliber) are all about sensationalism; who really follows the silly lists to a T? Few. People buy them for the humorous aspect, but how long before these books become...tedious? I'm amazed that it took two authors to write this book. Is it that difficult to compile a list of sex places?

I wouldn't go as far as a church rep, who said "This is sick stuff and the authors and the book publishers should be ashamed of themselves," but I will say that this type of book is a waste of paper. As for having sex in a confessional booth. It would be really difficult in popular churches, and let's face it, who really wants to be known as the person who fucked (and was arrested) in a confessional booth? Is it really that controversial in the world of celebrity sex tapes and porn? I'm wondering if the authors have included Mt Everest as a sex destination?

Are You Hot Enough?

There are many things that amuse me on the web, but dating sites have maintained their appeal for me - in the sarcastic humor stakes, because it’s not enough that online dating has taken off or has become an established (if not weird) form of dating, but there apparently seems to be a need for ongoing improvement. When you think about it, there are hundreds of dating sites, and all of them rely on paid membership (for members to access the extras). It doesn’t matter if they advertise on television telling you that ‘joining is free,’ and they’re not really lying, but they do tell partial truths. You see, if you want to message people, you have to pay (in most cases).

The dating site that had me laughing, is something that was emailed to me as a possible joke subject I could blog about, and who can resist blogging about a site that is titled: Hotenough.org. The main header on the site: “Not for the Average Single.” No, it’s not, it’s for the conceited single. Whatever happened to the days where relationships were more about a meeting of minds, that followed the initial chemistry. Do people actually base their relationship of whether their potential partner has a six pack or perky tits? Well, in this technical age of convenience, many do. It’s, ‘click, I don’t like that profile, click, he/she seems a little conceited, click, they’ve listed themselves as being on the portly side forget that, click-click-click.’ Human Ebay without the bidding, only clicking.

Hotenough.org is all about the long suffering ‘good looking’ people. It makes your heart bleed doesn’t it? If they can’t get a date…then what IS WRONG WITH THEM? I ask myself that question when I see sites like this. The thought is frequently followed by the other evil thought: do these people have more issues than Italian Vogue? Do their neuroses outnumber the number of fashion accessories on the market? What the fuck, I think?

And the thing is, if you’re not deemed ‘hot enough’ for Hotenough.org then that’s it, you’re not added to their elite list of singles. They try to minimize their superficial stance with clever wording, but they're superficial all right. It's like a virtual version television reality dating shows The Bachelor and The Bachelorette, without the expensive dates and locations.

There are days when I think that the dating world becomes more absurd as time progresses and technological innovations increase. This form of dating would have to be the most dissociated form of human communication, highlighted by 'distanced' evaluations or at the click of a button.

September 11, 2008

Boots By Request

Image031To the left, by request, my new (bargain boots). Fair enough, some may not think them a bargain at $325.00, however if they were bought fresh, from the Bally boutique and were current season, the price would have been upward of $700.00. They're made from Nappa leather and guess what?

I practically bought them at around 70% off the retail price, and that is via outlet shopping. Bally has a fantastic outlet here in Sydney, a great range of shoes and accessories for men and women, and one would have to be insane to dismiss the prices. I've been to the city a few times this week, and all I saw were scraggy briefcases ,that had me wondering why people (namely, business people) can't be bothered buying quality briefcases, folders and satchels. Why do they continually tote the tattered kind?

I also updated my wallet at the Bally outlet store, buying myself a buffalo hide wallet at $195.00. Original retail price? $395. That's how I like to spend a portion of my tax refund, and I don't shop like this everyday of the week, but I wait for my tax return, and if I'm in need of something, I prefer to buy something of high quality than the supposed 'cheap' (and shit) alternative. The way I see it, if you continually buy the cheapie version, you're replacing it more often. These boots, with their classic design, will last me at least two years. I have two other pairs of boots, that are crap compared. I'm disappointed with the Australian brand, Sandler. They used to make good shoes, but now they've shaved more overheads it seems because their design (squishy toe syndrome) is horrible, as is the quality of their leather (and the fact that they line their boots with synthetic fabric - which sucks), but at the time, I needed a pair to cover me for winter, forked out a hundred dollars at a department store, and almost two months later, the shoes haven't 'given' at all. I'm one to agree of boots being about the 'sex', but they're also about the comfort. If a boot doesn't fit perfectly the first time, in the store, don't buy the damn thing in the hope that you'll break it in. Boots shouldn't be broken in over weeks or months. They ought to fit the first time round.

If you want to buy designer, stick to classic designs if you're unable to buy current season (which is more expensive) and go outlet shopping because you'll definitely find something your wardrobe needs. I saw a fantastic bag at the Bally outlet store this week. Its retail price (when it was in-season) was $1795.00 (most large Bally handbags are over a thousand dollars), but it's outlet price was $755.00. I would have bought it, it was far too large for me, but it was absolutely beautiful, and beautifully made (from patent leather) and would be ideal for a female executive, solicitor (it had plenty of room for documents/briefs). Bally is one of my favorite brands due to its quality. It maintains a consistent quality standard, and product faddish fashion or accessories.

That ends today's fashion lesson.

The Sex Blog Top 100

I'm delayed in the virtual scale of many things lately, so it was a (pleasant) surprise to be included on the list compiled by Rori - that you can click on via the highlighted link. I haven't been that 'sexy' of late, and I guess I can attribute that to the Zoloft, but it's only temporary, until my corporate headaches are sorted. It's been good in that it has helped me renegotiate my everyday life this year but it hasn't really enhanced my libido, and I'd write about the entire thing or effect, but I'd only bore the tits off everyone if I did - plus, I have no time to lament when I feel that there's little to be upset about, everything was worse last year during my work woes. So to those who nominated me to be included on this list, a huge thanks. I didn't expect it.

Making (potential) Supermodels Cry

She's Australian and she's a dead ringer for Angelina Jolie, but at 17 years old, Sara Longman broke down and cried over a nude shoot she didn't want to do, and if you ask me, it shouldn't be a requirement for a reality (modeling) show or expected from a teenager, but the Seven Network's copycat show "Make Me a Supermodel" is a terrible show to watch. She may be a former Miss Universe but Jennifer Hawkins has about as much television chemistry as my big butt. Wooden, stilted and devoid of empathy, she's the token hostess. The only real adult on this show, or real woman (judge) is Jackie Frank (editor of Marie Claire Australia). But as our real supermodels are overseas actually working, or in charge of their vast empire (eg Elle McPherson), we're left with Jennifer Hawkins.

Why are teenagers drawn to modeling? Even though some proclaim to desire contributing to society or 'making a difference', as some of the dipshits on this show have done, the money is the lure, as is the travel and, lastly, the clothes. However, modeling can also lead to other careers. Andie McDowell went on to make many films after her modeling career, as did Cameron Diaz. It's enough to set one up for life. The only negative is having to put up with a variety of superficial shitheads over one's career.

I have to admit to watching this show. To me, these sorts of shows, including Tyra Banks' America's Top Model, are like side shows. I'm always curious to see how far people will go or what they will tolerate, and in some cases, what they'll inflict on others, to get to their ideal spot. There's plenty of bitchiness and outright cruelty to go round, or enough to require therapy for the targeted victim. Currently, there is one bitchy teen on Make Me a Supermodel, that is an expert in subtle put-downs, everything from telling a fellow female contestant that she isn't 'versatile' enough, and it makes me laugh because the insecurity is quite obvious. Not only is this little bitch too short (in reality) to be a 'supermodel', but she is extremely ordinary to boot, and isn't it always the case of the insecure being nasty or jealous of perceived threats?

The other thing I don't like about these shows is that they portray a gauntlet, and modeling is nothing of the kind at the recruitment stage. It's a straight out yes or no, usually within the first consultation/appointment. After seeing thousands (and thousands) of girls, agencies know who has and who hasn't got it. It's a simple process, one that barely reflects these reality television shows and their 'assignments/tasks' that are, in my opinion, designed to gain television ratings.

The facts (based on friends of mine having the guts to try out for this type of work):

  • Reputable modeling agencies don't require a girl to fork out cash to produce a portfolio. Two photographs suffice: a body shot and a face shot. The objective? To see if the person is photogenic. If a girl isn't photogenic - for editorial work - then she's out. Simple. There is no reality show type of rubbish.
  • Reputable modeling agencies have height requirements. With the exception of uber skinny girls that are randomly discovered (like Kate Moss), the majority of models have to satisfy a height requirement, and models that are five foot seven are often considered too 'short'.
  • Reputable modeling agences will tell a person straight away. They don't sit on a decision for days.
  • These shows are terrible at predicting success for the individual because clients tend to make choices based on their own preferences. The best example would have to be Naomi Campbell. For years, she couldn't get on the cover of Vogue. How many black models do you really see on the cover of any edition of Vogue around the world? Few right? It was only after French designer Yves St Laurent stepped in (and no sane fashion editor could say 'no' to St Laurent), that she got the Vogue cover. I personally don't understand these types of choices, because I personally think that black women (and I use 'black', even though I don't like the word, to include models that aren't African, but Jamaican, etc) have some of the best physiques in the world, and make up a portion of the most attractive women in the world. If you asked me who - in the modeling world - has the best physique, I'd say Naomi Campbell. She isn't skinny, she isn't waifish (never has been), and has better legs, scrap that, a better body, than Heidi Klum. And by better body, I mean a body that is muscular, shapely, with minimal bone projection. Thus, maybe Naomi is right about racism within the modeling world. Most fashion magazines tend to be dominated by 'Aryan' stereotypes. The typical 'all American' or 'all Australian' girl tends to be the blonde, blue eyed variety, which I think is total bullshit, when these nations' indigenous populations (the people that were there before the white invaders) weren't 'lily white'.

Me? I'm glad I have a son, who isn't into any of the 'easy' career choices, like modeling. Modeling is like a huge catch 22. Magazine readers only see the clothes and the images. It takes a person a short trip behind the scenes, to see how superficial this industry is. If a person isn't emotionally strong, this industry can magnify issues within an individual, tearing down any shred of confidence they have. It's an industry that has seen a few deaths (related to eating disorders) and drug addictions (drugs being used to suppress appetite, such as cocaine and heroin), and the reason why a supermodel is a supermodel isn't restricted to looks, but also includes having a clear (and tough) head/mind on one's shoulders to override the superficial/cruel elements of this job. And there is a level of sadomasochism in every job, not just modeling. Hands up those of you who've had to put up with idiotic project managers that had no clue but feel the need to assert themselves with cruel barbs? How many of you have had the joy of having a froth-at-the-mouth chef yell at you?

Humans have a capacity for cruelty. It's the one thing that differentiates us from the remainder of the animal kingdom. Only humans are capable of sadism. That's our flaw.

September 10, 2008

What a Black Hole!

What would any self respecting female do on the much-hyped last day of this planet?
Go shopping...
So I did, then I finished off with lunch, a lot of red wine and then I returned home for a nap, only to dream about having sex with Gordon Ramsay. And he didn't say the F word -at all! But it was rather nightmarish for me. I don't know if that was because of his lily white arse or his little willy (in my dream). The oneiric experience was much like a black hole; I wondered if I'd ever get out of it. I wonder what Freud would say.
So much for my 'supposed' last day on this planet, but I did manage to bag a bargain at the Bally outlet store - killer boots at half the price, which is typical in spring. It takes me an entire season to find the right boot.

September 09, 2008

The Secret Diary of a Frustrated Television Viewer

If you asked me about who had it best: the 'sex' worker (one that actually has sex) and the professional 38160_1 dominatrix, I'd say that the second one has it best as she doesn't have to sleep with every single taker out there. That's my view anyway, and many of them make a good living out of it. Professional BDSM isn't cheap and if you put the wanky television series about 'escorts' aside for one minute and actually entertain the usual reality - many prostitutes have sex for a paltry amount (after all, not every woman can live the life of a 'Secret Callgirl' - yes I'm being sarcastic).

We fought over the television tonight, and that relates to the series that I haven't really developed a liking for, "The Secret Diary of a Call Girl." They air it on the Nine Network at half ten at night, and I haven't really read anything about it being a ratings winner. We're up to the second show and the opening had me less interested. I supposed it's aimed at men because some of the script can infuriate the ordinary woman; We 'Belle' go on about a regular client, the one she lost her 'cherry' to (her professional cherry that is), and then discusses the fact that the client's wife hasn't had sex with the poor dear for five years, therefore completely justified. One, two, three...aw. The poor luv! His 'evil' wife! So I mentally switched off and gave housemate the 'look' that meant that he was watching rubbish, and when blokes say that something is interesting, and that something has a half naked woman in it, or a woman performing every sexual favor, then you know that the 'interesting' bit only relates to the sexual themes. For all anyone knows, I said to housemate, Belle is probably a fictitious being. "What if she was three foot tall and a hundred feet wide? No one knows who she/he is." Well he wouldn't have a bar of that. How dare I ruin it all by mentioning a 'male' possibility. I said, 'well it would be hilarious wouldn't it? Only a man knows what really titillates other men.'

Admittedly, I was picking on him a little bit only because i couldn't watch my television show (note to self: browse K-Mart for a second television). If you read the latest entry in the Belle de Jour blog, it isn't anything riveting, or enlightening, and yes, I know that'll upset devoted fans, but I'm betting a few people secretly agree with me.

Whenever these 'sex worker' confession books and television shows air, the subject of prostitution lights up the media. When politicians are caught in the act of paying for sex, the media goes crazy and starts focusing on the 'John': why did he do it and why this and that. The age old question becomes some sort of enigma, even though it's clearly the opposite or more explicit/obvious.

Why do men pay for sex?

Because they can.

It doesn't take a frigging genius to figure that out.

As for The Secret Diary of a Call Girl, with Billie Piper? It isn't 'controversial' to me, then again Australia experienced the TV show Number 96, which was well ahead of its time where sex, nudity and relationships were concerned. It was more than twenty years ahead of Melrose Place, and almost forty years ahead of 'Secret Diary'. To really appreciate the limited script of Secret Diary, you have to sit in a separate room, and listen to the dialogue (without watching the screen). The first two episodes are devoid of any humor. If it could be summed up, it would be, "I'm so beautiful and attractive, I fuck people for money, and I'm a hooker and I don't care what you think because I like it," (which only prompts me to think, "and I should care because?" and that is what is missing, the viewer really doesn't care because of the attitude or tone of the actress's portrayal. There is the other thing, the much debated authenticity of Belle de Jour as a sex worker, and I'm not the one saying that, but a madam (Cynthia Payne) expressed her doubts in the Guardian years ago (see below quote).

"This is a load of rubbish. It's unconvincing, it doesn't sound like a woman writing, and it certainly doesn't sound like a working woman. But worst of all, it's boring. I think it's written as a kind of posh pornography, but this kind of stuff isn't going to turn anyone on. All the girls I know on the game would be appalled by this behaviour from a client. They wouldn't want anyone talking to them so crudely, no matter how much they were paying, because it shows a basic lack of respect. And respect is very important in this line of work. No client would get the best out of a girl without respecting them."

Whatever the hell happened to interesting television series with good scripts, stories and engaging characters?

Cynthia hit the nail on the head before it became a television series, but people tend to prefer the poetic license by authors. According to Cynthia Payne:

"And if it does mean what I think it might mean, what kind of person describes it like this? An author, that's who - a bloody author. Someone who knows sod-all about it."

Cynthia is right about one thing or the thing she probably didn't imagine or expect at the time of writing her Guardian article. The show is boring to watch. You can't make a show 'intellectual' and deep with accented narration and trendy instrumental music....

I can hear something...

Housemate is telling me that I can have the television now...

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