jueves, mayo 31, 2007

Libertad de elección, de expresión, y de todo lo que quieran agregar.


NOS QUIEREN QUITAR A
TINKY WINKY

no nos dejemos


Esta noticia es de hoy, señores. Salió en la página del BBC, y es que resulta que ahora desde Polonia nos quieren arrebatar vilmente a Tinky Winky, el mejor personaje de la serie infantil, y que gustosamente muchos adultos también disfrutamos: Los Teletubbies.

La noticia salió publicada hoy en la página de la BBC y dice así:

"Una alta funcionaria de Polonia ordenó a psicólogos que investiguen si un popular programa infantil de la BBC, "Teletubbies", promueve un estilo de vida homosexual."

El objetivo es decidir si la serie se puede transmitir por la televisión estatal.
La representante del organismo de defensa de la infancia, Ewa Sowinska, dijo que le preocupa en particular Tinky Winky, un personaje de color púrpura con una antena triangular en su cabeza.
"Noté que él llevaba una cartera de mujer", le explicó a una revista.
"Al principio, no me di cuenta de que se trataba de un muchacho", añadió.


Oh My Gawwwwd! cuánto odio y cuánta intolerancia hay en este mundo tan cruel: sacar al mejor personaje de la serie sólo porque se presume que es gay. Primero, me pregunto desde cuándo los teletubbies son seres humanos con sexo definido. Y ahora, en el caso que sea homosexual, amanerado o rarito: ¿qué tiene de malo? ¿Matamos a todos los homosexuales? O mejor: Los apartamos del mundo, los llevamos a una isla desierta para que no tengan contacto con los niños...pobre niños.

Ustedes piensen si no son los homosexuales los hombres más exitosos del mundo, o por lo menos, con más dinero, luego de los judíos. Y aquí excluyo con mucha pena a los peluqueros de Sandro y Carmelo.

En fin, vistamos mañana una camisa morada en apoyo a Tinky Winky

Dile no a la salida de Tinky.

Tinky somos todos


GRETA, desde Venezuela, por un mundo mejor ;)

12 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

tu ironia frente a rctv es maravillosa
te felicito grets

Anónimo dijo...

pues de verdad no me voy cansar nunca de leerte, deberias actualizar mas seguido este blog, saca lo mejor de ti.

robert dijo...

wow eres lo maximo muñeca

Anónimo dijo...

jajajajajaja excelente!!!! tinki winky!!!!!! we love you!

Anónimo dijo...

Hey, pero ya otro tipo ocioso de una entidad politica europea lo había hecho... he was bold and fat por eso es q hacen esas cosas, por no tener vida social!!!

Fuck them!!!!

veru! dijo...

hola! :).. no se como llegue aqui (bueno, si se, estaba en casa de un amigo y su hermanito es amigo de una niñita ahi catirita y me dijeron: "mira ella era la ultrafabulosa" y como no me parecio nada fabulosa queria saber de que se trataba todo esto). Deberia existir mas gente como tú en el mundo y todos seriamos mas felices :) aunque la mayoria no lo entiende, una vida asi es la que hay que llevar: leer, viajar, vivir, conocer, aprender y querer haber nacido en otro pais, en otra epoca y en otras circunstancias.

loud and proud dijo...

Recuerda: hace falta algo mas que un papa que te regale las tetas mas bonitas de Venezuela (o un par de cursos en Londres, que para el caso viene a ser lo mismo) para ser mod. Recuerda: un mod siempre preferira mandar a un punk a la ducha que soportar a una pedorra que idolatra a paris hilton. Recuerda: "clean living under difficult circumstances" no es lo mismo que ser niña pija en el tercer mundo.
Esto esta lleno de modernas... de mierda!

oh my dior? oi! my dear! dijo...

Hay que ser imbecil para pensar que una opera rock tiene algo que ver con el espiritu mod. Viva Quadrophenia y los discos de los who de tu papa!

young loud and snooty dijo...

Oooops! Perdón. Ayer dejé un par de comentarios groseros en/sobre este blog y ya que dije lo que no me gustaba sería imperdonable que no diga lo que si me gustó: Modcita es inteligente, sabe escribir y cultiva la ironía. Y eso se agradece. Modcita tiene poco aprecio a los emocores (memocore sucks!!!), a los animales, a los punks grasientos y a la plaga de djs y diseñadores gráficos sin estilo que asola el planeta. Y eso se agradece mucho, de verdad. Es mas, por ofensivos que encuentres mis comentarios, debo confesar que de no despertar en mi alguna simpatía jamás me hubiera tomado la molestia de escribírtelos. Estoy seguro de que en el fondo tu también llevas un mod dentro, un mod de esos que un buen día descubren el soul de stax y comprenden que el estilo no se compra (ni mucho menos se copia). Suerte. Keep the faith.

no necesitamos mtv dijo...

"The total look" (Paul Weller)

In general you can't put a value on style because it's so personal. Perhaps that's its appeal. It's like a million people telling me that Picasso was a genius; well, I think he was shite and that a French Small Faces EP cover can piss all over any of his paintings. So, to understand my involvement with the '60s, you have to realise that it's made up from this `style', and that it can't be viewed or judged alongside anything else. Its influence on me is total, but not blinding.
My interest is with the style years - the Total Look - from 1963 to 1967. It covers a whole range, from the early Mod(ernists) to swinging young dandies and up until the hedonistic hippies. It's a purely aesthetic and quite possibly
superficial interest; very rarely does it extend past clothes, music, films and books. Politicians are politicians, they're all the same eternal scum as far as I'm concerned. So I've no interest in 60's economics or politics; save for, perhaps, the student riots of 1968 when it seemed the whole (young) world caught fire. Their intentions and
radicalism are laudable, but I can't help feeling it was another luxury in the hands of the middle classes.
It's also these once young radicals that have clogged up a lot of channels for today's working class youth. I suppose I'm talking primarily about music, TV and the media in general; but it has been these old bastards who won't get out the way for the new generations, and this has caused a bottleneck. Anyway, I don't mean to knock them too much; I doubt if I would have the bottle to shove a flower down a gun barrel, if bottle is indeed the quality in question.
I first became interested in the early '60s Mods in late 1974. I can't properly remember how or why. I think it was possibly through seeing a photograph of a group, and I also remember a couple of letters in the New Musical Express from some original Mods who described their lifestyle at the time. In any case it interested me deeply and I tried to find out more about it. The most important aspect was the music of the '70s: I hated all of it, until the glorious, liberating Sex Pistols in 1976!
Before them it was all the clutching-at-straws glam bollocks; all the soft nonsense, Philly `soul', and the terrible MOR stuff. Bowie and Bolan were okay, but I even lost interest in them after their third or fourth LPs.
Instead, I went back and listened to the early R&B, R&R and soul records, and The Beatles who I had always been a fan of anyway. I think it was the stylessness and bland facelessness of the '70s that induced my '60s obsessions. There ws nothing to be part of, you know, nothing to base myself on (and I am talking pre-punk
remember).
At the time we - The Jam - were still playing Chuck Berry songs and the obligatory R&R standards with which we were rapidly becoming bored. I saw that through becoming a Mod it would give me a base and an angle to write from, and this we eventually did. We went out and bought black suits and started playing Motown, Stax and Atlantic covers. I bought a Rickenbacher guitar, a Lambretta GP 150 and tried to style my hair like Steve Marriott's circa '66. I felt so individual and arrogant because of it. It was like my own little esoteric world, people stared and thought I looked strange.
It was exactly the same effect The Sex Pistols had on me and my mates after we saw them in '76. Oh, the blase arrogance the day after in the local pub! "You've never seen them?" "You've never heard of The Sex Pistols or Johnny Rotten?!" They were ours, our own private little group which all the uncool people had never heard of! Well, that's the same feeling I had about the Mods. Most kids my age had never heard of Mods, or, at the most, could barely remember them. Like some mythical beast from the Dark Ages. My own crusade!
If it's facts or chronological fashion changes you want, you need only look at the photos. They say everything about the '60s: one picture of Steve Marriott or a 19 year old Pete Townshend says it all! Well, these pictures spoke to me (they still do actually), and I conjured up my own image of what the Mods were about. I saw them as clean, smart, working class, arrogant, anti-authoritarian with absolutely no respect for their elders.
The whole image is C-O-O-L: dancing into the small hours, blocked, finger clickin' to J.B. and the Famous Flames, even smokin' to Bluebeat! Shopping on Saturday morning in Carnaby Street or watching Pete Townshend smash all that `valuable' equipment. It's this imagery that appeals to me. It's also this very same imagery that made the 1979 Mod revival seem like an anachronism.
Prats like Ian Page, a once failed Punk Star who then tried his hand at Mod, told the lads that punk was dead and had never lived up to its promises anyway, and the only way to win in the rat race was by joining the bastards in their own game! What? It was the complete antithesis of the original '60s Mod movement. They didn't want to join in anyone's fucking game, they played their own and made their own rules; if you didn't like it you could f-f-f-fade away!
The '79 revival was also a little saddening and cheapening for the kids involved, it just seemed so desperate, these young working class kids trying their best to dress up and look the part while all around their environment was crumbling. So, perhaps they did get that part right: after all, was it not Mod mentor and The Who's first manager, Pete Meadon who described Mod as "clean living under difficult circumstances"?
People are always telling me about the disparity between Mod and Punk, but it's something I could never (and still can't) see. The Modernists created their own scene just as Punk did (albeit with an entrepreneurial helping hand from Malcolm McLaren). Both movements came from the kids themselves and relied on no one else for support (Mod particularly, I think). They created their own clubs, music, lifestyles and clothes shops.
In fact, the first time I went to the 100 Club in London's Oxford Street, it seemed as if I was walking onto a '60s film set. Troggs and Kinks records were blaring up the stairs; The Clash clanged out their tinny Kinks-derivative riffs. Short hair! Individual looking kids! The Pistols' noisy garage band racket and Rotten's youthful amphetamined arrogance. I loved it! It was so YOUNG and EXCITING, and of course, there were NO FLARES - one of the most hideous fashion creations ever!
It's fantastic when kids create their own scenes, but as with anything once its popularity spreads and, more importantly, the media get hold of it, that's it! You might as well kiss it goodbye. The media have killed so much young spirit with their crass sommercialism that it's sickening. They did the same with the original Mod movement - throwing together Sunday supplements on the club scene and so attracting the bright young things from Chelsea (well, who else reads the Sunday supplements?).
I saw the very same thing happen to Punk, especially at the Roxy Club in Covent Garden. All those ageing, middle class wankers in their £30 bondage trousers. Oh, how outrageous darling, showing a glimpse of freshly washed nipple. And whaaat? Two girls kissing!
The other side of the media, the prole papers, attracted the other Mod, the moron element, certain to eliminate any promising young scene. It was this lot who started the boring Mod versus Rockers seaside riots in the '60s. It was
nothing at all to do with the real Modernists and stylists who wouldn't have anything to do with anything so crass and vulgar, and quite rightly they turned their backs on the new moronic Mod interlopers... "It was as though we were taking over the country."
Yes, mate, that's just what `they' wanted you to think. Where are you now, in nick or raving with the wife? That's not a criticism on my part; it's a game the establishment always plays with youth: it goes on for a while, they let you
think you're winning, but they turn the tables at the last moment - or is it that we just get bored?
Perhaps the last real surviving link with the original Mods is the wonderful Northern Soul Scene. A couple of my mates were into Northern Soul and I remember them taking me to an all-nighter. These lads ain't there to pose or fight, they have one purpose - to dance and enjoy themselves. Hedonists maybe, but with a real dedication. They still play a lot of the early Mod soul sounds and obscure soul stuff. The clothes are quite different, but you're
nearly always bound to see a few beautifully decorated scooters outside. Long may you spin, jump and back-flip and finish off with Dean Parrish!
By 1965 the real Mod movement was dying except in a few provincial towns and up North. As for London, where it all started after all, it had been taken over by the young jet set. Britain was now moving into its Swinging Sixties period.
A few batches of Mods battled on bravely, just like zombies silently marching towards their Mecca (ballroom) in the shape of Brighton or Margate every Bank Holiday. It makes me think of a song I never got round to finishing called,
`The Last Of The Scooter Boys". Sad, eh?
While the scene became diluted and commercial, taken over by entrepreneurs and such like, I still think the '65/'66 period produced some of the best music ever and some of the greatest clothes styles. Mod had had a vast effect on the bands, who'd actually copied the kids' way of dress rather than vice versa.
Where would The Who be now if they had never been in contact with Mod? Townshend has always gone to great lengths to explain the influence Mod had on him. Small Faces, Rod Stewart, David Bowie and Marc Bolan - all of them came out of the Mod scene.
But by 1965 big business had taken the reins again and were peddling fashions back to the kids, while the bands were becoming more and more outrageous, using contrived styles of clothes only as gimmicks. The Who adopted their questionable pop-art clobber (and music!); The Creation, who copied them, took their action art canvases on stage. Even more so in 1966, there were bands like The Move from Birmingham projecting a gangster look and sound. And what are we still seeing today? Every band on the BBC's weekly TV show Top Of The Pops have got
themselves a Total Image: Stray Cats, Spandau Ballet, Adam And The Ants; except none of it is new, it's been done and done and done, time and time again.
After all, what is revivalism? For me it's just another word for people clutching at straws, looking for another opening to squeeze through. And the same can be said of the '65/'66 period with its fashions and clothes.
Whereas the Mods were original, the Swinging Sixties era was a hotchpotch of styles - the old, if-you-throw-enough-shit-at-the-wall-some-of-it-has-gotta-stick syndrome. Mind you, that might be a bit of an over-reaction on my part; perhaps it was just this (comparatively) affluent generation looking for laughs.
Whatever, this particular period heralded Britain as the centre of youth culture, ornamented with Union Jacks clocks, socks, trays and shirts. "I'm backing Britain," the badges read, without the least hint of jingoism (see, patriotism can be fun!). It was all done with a sense of frivolity, almost as if Harold Wilson himself (for it was he) not only approved of the young's actions but wholeheartedly encouraged it, what with the Fab Four getting MBEs and all.
But I'm still not sure whether this picture of the '60s is th real one or the one I've been conditioned into imagining with too many re-runs of the 1966 movie, Blow Up. But the badges and MBEs definitely existed.
The real and positive side of this period was that the young were given more control in certain areas, like the theatre, films, music, literature. And although this might be hard to swallow, young DJs also became a major influence on British radio for the first time. When pirate ships were outlawed in 1967, the government was forced to create the first official youth oriented radio station, Radio One, and employ many of the former pirate DJs.
George Melly wrote in great detail about the late '50s and early '60s in his retrospective, Revolt Into Style (Penguin). It's worth getting hold of if you want to know more about the Swinging London club scene, though like another '60s youth culture book, Generation X, it's far too clinical and obviously written by an `outsider' to be that accurate. But the significance of these books was that for the first time people were actually taking young people seriously and desperately trying to analyse them.
By 1966, having had a couple of years to assimilate the British musical invasion - spearheaded by The Beatles and followed by a whole bunch of marketable commodities when the Fab Britain Fever gripped the States - America exported its own groups and scene back to the UK. Along with The Byrds, Grateful Dead, Mothers Of Invention, Jefferson Airplane and the rest, came acid, mysticism, free-thinking and bohemianism. Peace and love were (and still are) admirable sentiments... but if they have to be induced by drugs, what's the fucking point?
Compared to the so-called British underground groups, the Americans were crap. It was just blues speeded up, extended with tedious guitar soloing with a few, "Far outs!" in between. Howlin' Wolf with headbands!
In any case, the centre of the new youth culture switched from Britain and London's Carnaby Street to America and San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury area - which is still there, full of clapped-out, filthy degenerates, still saying peace
and love man, then asking you to show how much you love them by donating a couple of bucks for their junk habits.
The advent of the hippies' scene, which had been growing underground since 1965, tended to polarise fashion and musical styles; it seemed there was either pop or there was `serious' music. In their day the Mods had shown the same kind of elitism and hate of commerciality, but perhaps not quite as dogmatically as those in the underground who even turned their backs on soul music!
Another similarity was that the media again grabbed their chance of yet more sensationalism at the expense of the hippies with lurid descriptions of their sex, fashion and lifestyles, thus attracting more sharks ready with their instant
kaftans, love beads and joss sticks. 1967 was the summer of love, and all that entailed.
The nucleaus of the British underground movement was mainly organised by the art college mob and the middle class quasi-activists, with new bands like The Pink Floyd, Soft Machine, the Jimi Hendrix Experience and Cream. Hendrix inspired and gave fashion credibility to the Afro hairstyle (and will he ever be forgiven?). Weirdness found an identity with the Floyd's mentor and original guitarist Syd Barrett, as much a bizarre dresser as personality.
Another group whose records symbolise the flippancy and superficiality of the hippie period were John's Children, at one time featuring Marc Bolan. Their records were all about flowers, young girls and sex; all very Beardsley and
decadent-evil. And I always see the style of 1967 along the same lines as the 1920s - the affluent, hedonistic society, going at such a fast pace. In fact, all of the '60s seem to have been lived at a furious speed, with styles, attitudes and music all changing so rapidly.
So here ends my interest. As someone once said to me, you need only look at the pictures of The Beatles from '63 to '69 to note all the changes. In '63 they were fresh faced, optimistic youths; in '67 they were expanding their minds, young men in search of knowledge; by the end of the decade they were hardened, disillusioned old men.
I feel no pity nor respect really; you pay your money, you take your choice. But now it seems that the attitudes towards young people are regressing to those pre-'56: they're being swept back under the rug.
In reality the rug never went away in the '60s, they just took it to the cleaners for a while.

Anónimo dijo...

no es justo! Tinky es lo max, es unico! y deberian haber mas comiquitas con un Tinky sexy!
byee! saludos

Anónimo dijo...

Yes, correctly.