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Brüno: “No big deal, whatever”

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“The most famous Austrian since Hitler”

When Brüno was released in Australian cinemas it was received less than enthusiastically by a member of the Melbourne queer press.

The columnist wasn’t pleased with Sacha Baron Cohen’s turn as an Austrian gay fashionista who leaves the “superficial” world of Euro-fashion to become a superstar in LA. 

The critic suggested that although Brüno was made with a satirical purpose it wasn’t acceptable for Cohen to create such a caricature of a gay male. 

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“Electric Dreams” are not just in the home.

While the format of Electric Dreams is now thoroughly familiar – a modern-day family is placed in a facsimile of some past historical era, and their reactions to it recorded for the camera, this BBC reality show (screening early on Sunday evenings on Channel Ten for the next two weeks) is somewhat unusual in its choice of historical eras to recreate. Rather than settler households, or the travails of Victorian-era aristocracy, this show recreates the recent past and concentrates on the progression of domestic technology. Each episode concentrates on a decade, with the first episode (screening last night) setting the participating family up in a “1970s house”. Each day, the “clock” was advanced one year, and new gadgets were delivered to the house, roughly corresponding to the median British household of the year.

At one level, this show, both for the (adult) participants and for much of the audience, is an exercise in geeky nostalgia, with the theme tune from Pot Black, Pong, and a beautifully-restored but still awful to drive Ford Cortina making appearances. But, to give the producers credit, they’ve very much tried to place the technology in its social context as much as possible. There’s a power outage, caused by “a miners’ strike”. Contrary to popular belief, the children actually spend less time interacting with their parents in the “1970s”, particularly as their mother battles the lack of kitchen facilities. And it rapidly becomes clear just how limited home entertainment options were in this relatively recent era – particularly in a drab English winter.

But, entertaining as the show was – and as a child of the 1980s I can’t wait to see the next episode – the format has inherent limitations. The impacts of domestic technology – the gadgets and gizmos we personally interact with – are very real. But invisible technology makes a great deal of difference too; not least of which because it made us materially better-off over that period (in Britain and Australia, if not the United States). The effect of incomes can’t really be dealt with particularly well here – by the end of the show’s timeline, the middle-class family depicted would have reduced their cooking efforts even more; not through any particular piece of technology, but because they could afford to eat out a lot more often.

But it is what it is, and, amongst other questions, it will be interesting to see if the participants identify any particular technology as having the most impact over the eras depicted on the show. The mobile phone, perhaps?

The new Facebook and the New New Face

A couple of signposts from the strange new world we live in, both from New York magazine. Vanessa Grigoriadis offers one of the most insightful analysis pieces I’ve seen on Facebook, asking Do You Own Facebook? Or Does It Own You? Chronicling the backlash over Facebook’s Terms of Service and its new look, she also travels to Palo Alto to meet Facebook executives. The trip to Facebook HQ reveals some priceless nuggets about the young people creating this fascinating social experiment.

 I took a trip to visit Facebook because I was interested in the way it is remaking social groups of old friends, so I mostly wanted to talk about that, but all these executives wanted to talk about was sharing. And privacy. And control. (Although I did learn the biggest user complaint on the site: the inability to remove unflattering photos of themselves posted by friends.) 

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What are the rules for a good dinner party?

I was watching Skins on SBS just now – for the first time. I suspect I’ve been missing something I’d have liked, and I’m not sure why I never tuned in before. Anyway, Cass and the crew were having a dinner party and someone (I don’t know all the characters’ names) remarked – “just like adults”.

I can remember when I was at uni in the early 90s, and a sudden dinner party craze hit certain circles I moved in. I don’t think it was that anyone was a stellar cook, and the cooking wasn’t necessarily the point of attraction, but more the sort of enactment of an “adult” ritual. If there was any generation that really did the whole postmodern performative irony thing, it was us Gen X kids. We were caught on the cusp of a transition between fairly fixed social patterns – of our parents’ generation – and complete fluidity and the decay of practices and traditions to the extent where they don’t even have sufficient force for (affectionate) parody to have much meaning. When does “adulthood” begin now, and what marks the transition? Are there bourgeois signifiers like joining service clubs, and dressing for dinner? It’s pretty hard to grasp the force of some of Bunuel’s movies from the sixties which parallel a culture which now seems aeons distant in terms of its purchase on living tradition and lived experience.

Anyway, it was all kinda fun, and I have fond memories of some of these nights, including the notorious naked dinner party on Hawken Drive (which I’ll write about one day, maybe, in pursuing my argument that Gen X was more nekkid than Gen Y). One day, we still have to do the Edwardian dinner party, and indeed the Mrs Beeton’s dinner party. They’ll be about wine and dressing up more than food, I think.

Bianca and Big Brother body politics

As a bit of a segue from my link to Eye on Big Brother’s last post, I was thinking a bit about Bianca and her body image issues, something I’ve discussed before. At one stage during Big Brother 2008, the narrative centred on Bianca’s breasts – her worries about her own body shape, her ambivalence about breast reduction surgery, and her displacement of her own troubled embodiment into criticism of Brigette and Rebecca and the other surgically enhanced FHM wannabes the show loved to cast over the last few years. She also had a bit of an awareness of how the womens’ bodies on the show functioned as signifiers of potential celebrity, and as objects to be scrutinised and traded among the men on the show – and implicitly the male viewers, though she didn’t really thematise this as such. Partly what was going on here was her own self-image and character work as “the smart chick”, but it’s also, when you reflect on it, I think, a classic example of how “society” is conceived in popular culture. I mentioned Rebecca Wilson’s comments on all the boob talk:

I think it was on the very first Big Brother Big Mouth this year that Rebecca Wilson asked whether it was normal for teenage and twenty-something women to talk so much about their breasts. She said that she couldn’t recall such discussions occurring when she was in her twenties.

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“The bitch from Prada”

There’s been some (rather entertaining) discussion on a recent thread about alternative names for mainstream media blogs. After all, they really are a different sphere, aren’t they? Coincidentally, and it’s a happy coincidence, a guest Hoyden at Hoyden About Town has posted a very comprehensive guide to how to attain that bloggy success you’ve always hankered after. And the rules aren’t all that complex. One of the important tips – men blog about sport and politics, and women blog about dating. However, some things transcend the gender of the writer:

Now whether a male or female writer, one simply *must* make all sorts of gender generalisations, mostly about de wimenz.

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Creeping pinkification: “the persistent feminization of unisex commodities”

In breaking news, marketing drones continue to lack imagination, sticking to the apparently conventional wisdom that if you want women to buy things that both men and women tend to use and want, just run up a version in pink and do a fluffy/flowery/frilly ad campaign. Butterflies are good. In June last year (in an essay provoked by the launch of a special shopping flight from London to Paris named Fly Pink) the Guardian’s Vicky Frost summed up the extension of pinkification from childhood to adult women as follows:

It is now possible for women to experience their entire day in pink. You can work out with a pink yoga mat and weights; adorn your windscreen wipers with pink wiper wings; cook dinner on a pink George Foreman grill and style your hair with hot-pink hair straighteners. You can even see off would-be attackers with a powder-pink Taser gun.

My response to the whole Fly Pink concept was this photo-essay, Puking Up Pink. Documentations of the pink consumer ghetto on feminist blogs abound, especially the Pink Alley in toy departments, but it is the continued extension of pinkified marketing into the adult world which is being most keenly examined. Twisty anayses the latest version she’s found: women’s vodka.

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Casuistry Challenge XI

Following on from the revival of the condemnation feature, here’s a resurrection of another irregular feature we haven’t done for a long time – the Casuistry Challenge. This post from Lindsay at Majikthise just popped up in my google reader:


Young goth couple wins attention sweepstakes

In the age of the Internet, something as simple as getting kicked off the bus in costume can attract global attention. Well played, kids.

Now, I wouldn’t have bothered linking if the story was just one about some intolerant bus driver not liking gothy kids. But I looked a bit more closely at the photo, and noticed that they were chained together – which is something that I haven’t seen. Though, as I later discovered, they’re not chained together as I thought, he’s holding a leash and she’s wearing a collar.

So I clicked through to Lindsay’s source and found this at Jezebel:

A young British woman, Tasha Maltby, identifies as the “human pet” of her 25-year-old fiance, even allowing him to lead her around on a leash (which is more of a chain, but yeah). But the “real” reason that Maltby, 19, is in the news is because she and her intended, Dani Graves (a 25-year-old guy) were kicked off a bus by a freaked out driver. Says Maltby: “I am a pet. I generally act animal-like and I lead a really easy life. I don’t cook or clean and I don’t go anywhere without Dani. It might seem strange but it makes us both happy. It’s my culture and my choice. It isn’t hurting anyone.” True ‘dat?

Discuss.

One for the biblionerds

Erin McKean, editor in chief of the Oxford American Dictionary, and lexicographical and sewing blogger, talks dictionaries.

A cuddly bear in a pink tie v. a Commie!

Read all about it over at PollieGraph!

Crossposted at LP in exile, where readers may leave comments during LP’s server woes!

Ready to download?

Mel at Footpath Zeitgeist* has a post up about the ethics of fashion:

There has been more and more mainstream media coverage lately about issues of ethics in fashion, which is giving consumers this kind of knowledge. Sue Thomas’s opinion piece lays out most of the main things that consumers should consider, and there was a recent Sunday lifestyle story (which I can’t seem to find online) directly comparing the environmental footprint of various fabrics (taking into account the water and energy needed to grow and/or process them into fabrics, the energy to transport them to factories and retail outlets, their durability (hence how often they’d need to be replaced) and the energy, water and detergents needed to launder them. I remember taking from this article that organic cotton used extravagant amounts of water and that polyester was surprisingly environmentally friendly because of its durability and the fact that old garments can be broken down and recycled into new synthetic fabric.

It’s an interesting post that argues that the ethics of fashion are not straightforward.

Adding to this complexity, in addition to couture, ready-to-wear, knockoffs and vintage we need now consider the ethics of online fashion.

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Free your inner Winona

According to Yen Magazine, the 90s are back. Or something. (Actually from a bit of shopping recently, I think the 80s are back – skinny knit ties or puffy sleeved dresses, anyone?)… Anyway, since the last time we had a federal Labor government it was very unashamedly 90s (coz it was in the 90s…), how was the world different? Was Australia another country? What were you doing? What was the zeitgeist?

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Tan No More

Never thought I’d be writing a post here based on a conversation with my hairdresser (but then I never thought I’d live to see the Immigration minister openly avowing that African refugees are less welcome here than other kinds or that we’d be making prospective citizens sit an embarrassingly banal and pompous citizenship test, either.)

Anyway, the day before yesterday I went to have my hair cut and coloured at the campus hairdressers, and was very surprised to find out that the woman who had owned and run the salon for fifteen years had sold it last week, and the new owner was doing my hair. While I was in there four different people came in wanting to use the solarium, and to my initial surprise, all were turned away. Because they’d paid in advance for lots of sessions, one or two went off a bit disgruntled, even though the new owner took their details to send them refund cheques. She told me that she’s getting rid of the tanning bed as soon as she can, and she won’t be replacing it with a spray-tan booth either. “I don’t think it sends a good message to the students,” she explained. She went on to say that since the death of Clare Oliver last month a huge grass roots change has begun to take place in the salon industry in Victoria in terms of its attitude to solarium tanning. The small to medium operators are getting out of the business. She thought it would be next to impossible for her to dispose of the salon’s tanning bed by selling it, and she added that even if she’d wanted to continue offering tanning sessions, she wouldn’t have been able to justify paying the massive increase in the salon’s insurance premium which sunbeds are now attracting.

In Victoria, South Australia, and I understand federally, there are indications that bills will soon be put forward to regulate the solarium industry, but, happily, it almost looks as if sunbed numbers and usage might be declining under the more enduring influence of market forces and public opinion anyway.

Lazy Sunday

So, since we don’t live by politix alone (I sincerely hope), what did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all! Mine was much less frenetic than last weekend, and I enjoyed a wander round some of Paddington’s vintage clothing/antique shops yesterday. I hadn’t realised before seeing this hat box at the Paddington Antique Centre that it was apparently obligatory for the well dressed man about town of the 1920s to wear lots of blush and lippie to the races as well as his Henderson hat.

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What’s going down in Melbourne town

If you need further proof that the decade about to be mentioned was the worst ever, have a look at Super Bodies: Heroic Fashion of the 1980s. Showing at the National Gallery of Victoria until 3 February 2008, the small exhibition is a reminder of how male fashion designers like Jean Paul Gaultier have a fetish for masculinising the female form. About the only reprieve from the sharp-shouldered suits with lapels is a black corset dress that gives the observer the impression they are stuck in Madonna’s closet circa “Vogue”.

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