No. It didn’t rain yesterday and so far it doesn’t look like it’s going to rain today either.
Well. That’s me and my non-existent weather forecasting talent.
Although the fact that it didn’t rain yesterday enabled me to roam about that part of the city, with which I am not familiar, and go to a noodle house, for which I have been pining for almost a year. I am exaggerating, of course.
The food was terrific.
However, the entertainment, a tv right in front of me, was so abysmal, it put me in cynical mode.
It showed a series or soap opera, or whatever it was. I have some serious issues with its depiction of my faith, its female characters —mere damsels in distress waiting for their prince charming— and its convoluted yet simplistic plot that should insult anyone’s intelligence. There were ads and, since it was some sort of soap opera, soap ads that always feature female characters taking shower. I have made up my mind long time ago that I, as a consumer, would not buy those products. Ever.
Then there were ads of the upcoming “Miss World” event.
Hmmm…… Everyone seems to have their opinions on it so why can’t I?
In an interview, in which Patrick Stewart was asked whether his baldness —him being the captain of Enterprise— was ever questioned, that “surely, by the 24th century, they will have found the cure to male baldness”, he quoted Gene Roddenberry’s reply, “In the 24th century, they wouldn’t care.”
This is the 21st century. Do we still care?
Frankly, I don’t care. The event —and what it represents: simply a money-making business strategy at work. So let’s not glorify it as if it’s a matter of national importance and pride— and I live in different planes of existence that would hardly cross path. If anything, I commend the discourse that emerges although it has taken a twist that, sadly, creates quite a divide.
I just find the idea of celebrating beauty in such a way laughable and somehow sad.
And just to rub salt in the wound, the ad I found when I looked up the phrase “one can’t judge a book by its cover” vindicated the irony.
And so I finished my dinner.