Brexit per italiani… e ora?

Ciao a tutti,

Un brevissimo articolo giusto per riassumere gli ultimi eventi anche se… a sto punto io direi che possiamo archiviare la non-Brexit (perche’ Brexit sia femminile in italiano non si sa…). Il governo britannico, da fine 2015, aveva cominciato a ‘bollire’ in materia di immigrazione. Leggi su leggi, paletti su paletti per fare diventare la regolarizzazione dei cittadini europei un inferno, anche se mentre in Europa tale regolarizzazione non era obbligatoria. Strano che lo sia diventata con la Brexit. Questo secondo me è il dettaglio piu’ importante… è da mò che non siamo i benvenuti.

Allora, riassuntino per chi si e’ distratto negli ultimi mesi:

  1. Smettetela di pensare che la Brexit non ci sarà. La May sta cercando di andare alla velocità di un TGV per attivare l’art. 50. Se siete tra quelli che pensano che tornerà indietro, o avete vissuto in una grotta preistorica per gli ultimi 8 mesi, o vi siete fatti come pochi (per lo stesso lasso di tempo!), o siete così illusi che credere agli unicorni è normale per voi.
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  2. Al 52% dei residenti britannici gli stiamo sul CULO. Inutile che ci giriate intorno. Inutile che troviate scuse che il vostro amico di banco o collega di scrivania vi adora e quindi quello che dicono i giornali non è vero, è Fake News o scaremongering. Macché scaremongering della beata m**chia, gli stiamo sul culo come se avessimo la peste, punto.  E se poi cambiate scuola, cambiate lavoro, trovate uno di quel 52% che vi odierà per l’eternità e siete fottuti. Smettetela di mettere la testa sotto la sabbia come gli struzzi adducendo che noi italiani siamo benvoluti perché il vostro vicino di casa britannico compra la pizza una volta la settimana al locale pizza kebab turco.
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  3. Smettetela di pensare che italiano non significhi europeo. Ho sentito lo stesso discorso da olandesi, tedeschi, francesi “odiamo gli immigrati e i cittadini europei ma non tu”, se credete alla suddetta frase fate solo la figura dei creduloni imbecilli. Al momento siete nella massa dei cittadini europei, sia che abbiate inventato una navicella spaziale, sia che stiate facendo il cameriere a Londra.
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  4. Londra è ‘ancora’ in Inghilterra e nel Regno Unito. Al di là del fatto che il Regno potrebbe essere o non ancora Unito al momento della Brexit (Scozia, work under construction LOL), Londra è e rimarrà sempre in Inghilterra. Non la spostano e non fa caso a sé per Brexit. Se l’Inghilterra fa la Brexit, Londra gli va dietro. Quindi togliete la vostra testaccia dal di dietro e ogni tanto guardatevi le news che valgono per tutto il Regno Unito. Dopo Brexit, seguirete il fato di tutto il resto. Il fatto che viviate con britannici o pakistani o altri italiani non fa differenza, la xenofobia del governo ve la ciucciate come tutti gli altri europei.
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  5. FATEVI l’assicurazione sanitaria. Perchè ricordatevi che l’accesso al NHS sarà la prima cosa che perdete. Io l’ho fatta già. Se non ve la potete permettere 1) state alla sorte, cazzi vostri ma poi non vi lamentate 2) ritornate in Italia o emigrate altrove 3) riportate la residenza in Italia (anche da mammà e papà) e ri-usufruite della Asl.
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  6. Se siete interessati a rimanere nel paese, potete farvi la permanent card se lavorate da 5 anni. La EEA QP è praticamente inutile e poi non è comunque indicazione di residenza permanente perché è un documento per professionisti qualificati che non hanno intenzione di restare nel Regno Unito. Anche se al momento non si sa se la Permanent Card verrà accettata come Indefinite Leave to Remain, è meglio averla. Pensateci appena possibile, specie se avete pure i requisiti per la cittadinanza britannica.
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  7. Se non siete interessati a rimanere in  UK, non aspettate fino all’ultimo minuto per guardarvi intorno e cercare lavoro all’estero (questo sempre se non siete in un’azienda che sta pensando di trasferirsi altrove). Perché ci sarà panico totale di europei che se ne vogliono andare se alcuni paesi non soddisfano ciò che la May vuole da loro. Stiamo parlando di 3.2 milioni di persone, se anche il 30% leva le tende, è un milione di gente che si muove, non proprio un numero piccolino!
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  8. Ricordatevi che una volta che l’inflazione sarà alle stelle, chi guadagna tra le 14mila sterline e le 20mila sterline annue sarà come stare in Italia con stipendio da fame. Con l’addizionale che qui magari non avete i genitori che vi riprendono in casa o vi aiutano…. Chi sta a Londra con stipendio che ora gli basta appena, potete guardarvi attorno subito… Tra tagli e aumenti, è previsto un incremento annuo di spesa di 4,300 sterline all’anno (questo detto da Arron Banks, che è un fascistone dell’ukip ma è anche miliardario, quindi i conti gli sa fare!). Fate voi…
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  9. Il governo britannico dal 1 Aprile va ai negoziati. Gli italiani in UK che non hanno doppia cittadinanza, come tutti gli altri cittadini europei saranno inseriti nei negoziati. In poche parole, siamo ostaggi, sia che abbiamo tanto, poco, o nulla. Nessuno è esente, incluso cittadini europei sposati con britannici o con figli britannici. L’eccezionalità in questo caso non esiste, nemmeno avere il cugino del cugino, amico dell’amico. Se lo prendiamo in culo, lo prendiamo collettivamente. Meritocrazia britannica 😀
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  10. Se avete avuto pazienza di arrivare a sto punto, vi dò un consiglio spassionato… pensate al domani senza curarvi del Brexit, fate il vostro, dando giusto un’occhiata agli updates ogni tanto tramite stampa o tv. Il Regno Unito, per almeno dieci anni, andrà  in recessione. Se siete giovani… mandate a fanculo tutti, UK e inglesi, non perdete tempo a star qui. Se siete vicini alla pensione, fatevi due conti, magari vi conviene prendere la pensione qui e andare poi a San Paolo in Brasile per il resto che vi rimane da vivere. Se avete una famiglia con figli piccoli, pensate al loro futuro che qui saranno sempre trattati da cittadini di seconda classe e che la situazione migliorerà tra vent’anni… Sempre se Trump e Putin non trasformano l’Europa in un deserto nel frattempo.

 

In quanto a me… me son rotta di pensare al Brexit e farò il mio. Se non mi vogliono, grande pernacchia. Dove la trovano un’altra Merlin? Da nessuna parte. Fanculo Inghilterra, Regno Unito e Brexit 😀 😀

P.S. dimenticavo, buon San Valentino!! 😊❤

Blog update

Every now and then a makeover, even if not radical, is necessary. And yes, blogs also need makeovers! 😉

What’s been updated?

– I suppressed one page (the Recipes one) but only because it was difficult to consult and the access to single recipes wasn’t as easy as it should be. Commenting under a single recipe wasn’t possible either, so I decided to cut the whole thing off. Therefore recipes will be posted in the main blog and will have a category on their own because I terribly like cooking (forgive me! ❤ ) and I’ll post a new recipe tonight 😉

– As you surely understood from what I had implied in my last two posts, my cooperation with an Italian expat blog was recently terminated. In a fit of rage the admin of that site decided to delete everything I had written, included the ‘About me’ page (very mature, eh!). Therefore any reference or link to that website (or anything connected with it) has been deleted from this website too. Rightly so 😉

– A page about migrating and travelling has been created, exclusively in Italian language. You won’t find info there, only blogs doing a better job than I could ever hope to do. Please refer to those websites if you’re looking for answers to your concerns and doubts. regarding the travel part, I’ve started a couple of months ago the ‘Merlin’s Travels’ category where I talk about and post pictures of the few countries I’ve visited or I’ve lived in. Unfortunately, the range of countries will be restricted to United Kingdom, France, Austria, New Zealand, U.S.A., Venezuela, Spain and Germany. Hopefully I’ll be able to afford and visit many others before I close my eyes forever!

Enjoy the updated version of S. Merlin Chesters UK 😉

Merl xxx

Home is where the heart is

This article is also translated in Italian at the bottom (versione italiana in fondo).

Prologue:

This post was written in order to be published on another blog; I was a guest blogger on it until a few days ago. It was never green lit, probably because the targeted audience of such a post is certainly different from the one aimed at on the other blog. To each his own…. Even in matters of immigration I like to offer a different perspective from the usual ones you can read online. I’m not afraid to say that many modern Italian migrants like to think of themselves as they were forced to leave and they express their frustration in such a situation. I can understand their point of view but I don’t share it. I wouldn’t have stayed anyway. My identity and ideas were different from the start and I just didn’t fit in. Perhaps, I don’t fit in ‘that crowd’ even nowadays and that is why this article always remained a draft. I now publish it myself, after having removed tweaks and references to the other blog for copyright reasons. Enjoy.

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Many Italian expats endlessly share their opinions about feeling homesick and eventually returning to Italy. To the point of ridiculous and whiney drama…..  However, quoting the movie ‘Forrest Gump’, “expat is as expat does”. Personally, I never loved the term ‘expat’ (which is the shortened form for ‘expatriate’, coming from the Latin words that mean ‘out of the fatherland’), because it is based on the assumption that people actually ‘had’ a ‘fatherland’ in the past. I don’t feel like I ever had one and I surely cannot see Italy in the nostalgic terms used by some expats. If I address my immigration status in any conversation I speak of myself as a ‘migrant’, not an expat. This is how I feel, because more or less I’ve been ‘migrating’ for two decades, travelling from one place to another. I’ve no ex-patria to go back to and I feel that now I’m actually in the country I’ve elected as my patria. Contrary to what some people believe, I always say that “I visit my family’s fatherland”, I never say “I’m going home” because I am already at home.

Furthermore, what defines ‘home’ or ‘fatherland’? The concept of patria itself could be discussed ad infinitum. It is tied with cultural background, personal identity, personal background (home, childhood, family, friends, etc.) and more other factors. From my life experience, I always felt that my region of provenance was perceived by me as my ‘birth land’, rather than Italy. Tuscany is probably the only parameter that can be used to illustrate my original customs, habits and also food taste. When I get asked if I like Italian cooking, I never know what to answer because I like Tuscan cooking and food, but not the cooking or food of all the Italian regions. I might crave to eat ‘tortelli di patate’ or ‘ballotti’ (the latter using the marroni from Mugello!), but a Neapolitan babà is as inedible as a British Christmas pudding for me. Apart from some food coming from my original region, I usually don’t have preferences in food based on where the original recipe comes from, if it’s good it’s good, if it’s disgusting I don’t eat it, simple as that.

I’m aware that many people find it difficult to discern the personal background from a wider concept of ‘state’. Nobody seems to think that many migrants feel homesick because they left ‘home’ in the broader sense of family, friends and safe refuge from difficulties and external pressures. Very often migrants don’t leave the ‘state’ itself, they leave their comfort zone. That is what many regret leaving. However, the above mentioned process implies that the migrant must have a ‘home’ somewhere…. I didn’t have that luxury, as many others did not either. If in an alternative reality I will be deported to Italy tomorrow, I’d be put together in an accommodation with asylum seekers and immigrants from Syria and other African countries, with very little hopes to find a job at nearly 44 years old and therefore survive on my own.

My Italian citizenship would not guarantee me a job or an accommodation either by itself. Sometimes I’ve heard some genius suggesting that  going back to an abusive home is always better than queuing at the local Caritas centre! First, anyone suggesting anything similar has no notion of what emotional and psychological abuse entail. Secondly, many don’t imagine that my family, Italian citizens, also were in the list at their local Caritas centre themselves after the recession (however, recent upsurges in immigration made these places overcrowded and the Caritas volunteers started to send Italians back ; my relatives never got a meal there). A return to Italy, for me, would be the same as shooting me on the spot. It took me nearly 4 decades to definitively get out of Italy and my dysfunctional family; if I’d go back many of  these efforts done in that direction would be useless. Yes, the end of life, because I’m not very interested in living in a vegetative state, sorry!

Sif home

In conclusion, homesickness and eventually a return to the mother country can also be the unhappiest and the most dreaded solution for a migrant. If there is no circle of friends or family who are glad to take you back, a country is only an impersonal system of laws, governing bodies, social and religious conventions; for migrating purposes we need to take into account how that country fares on an international scale rather than a personal one. Italy doesn’t rank higher in any list. Furthermore, there’s no such a thing as ‘land ties’ if you don’t own property and you don’t have any relationships with anyone living there. For me, who I always felt a migrant with no ex-patria (or a world citizen), ‘birth land’ first became a sort of postcard and then a memory. With time passing by, even all those memories will fade away, replaced by my present and future life events on British soil. Italy is not a reason for nostalgia at all and in the future it’ll seem to me like a yellowish, one-hundred-year old picture kept in a drawer all along.

“Home is where the heart is”

 

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Versione italiana (prologo è stato omesso perchè non parte della versione originale)

Molti expats italiani condividono all’infinito le loro opinioni sulla nostalgia della madre patria e eventualmente un ritorno in Italia. Fino al punto di farne sceneggiate ridicole e piagnucolose… Comunque, citando il film ‘Forrest Gump’, “expat è chi l’expat lo fa”. Personalmente, non ho mai amato il termine ‘expat’ (forma abbreviata di ‘expatriate’, espatriato in inglese, che viene dalle parole latine che significano ‘al di fuori della madrepatria’), poiché si basa sulla supposizione che la gente ‘avesse’ una patria in passato. Non mi sento come se ne avessi mai avuta una e sicuramente non posso vedere l’Italia nei termini nostalgici di alcuni espatriati. Ciò è come mi sento, perché più o meno sono stata una migrante per due decenni, viaggiando da un posto a un altro. Non ho nessuna ‘ex-patria’ a cui tornare e sento che adesso sono nella patria che ho eletto come tale. Contrariamente a ciò che alcuni credono, io dico sempre che “visito la patria dei miei”, non dico mai “vado a casa” perché a casa ci sono già.

Inoltre, cosa definisce ‘casa’ o ‘patria’? Il concetto stesso della patria potrebbe essere discusso all’infinito. E’ legato all’estrazione culturale, l’identità personale, le origini personali (casa, infanzia, famiglia, amici, ecc.) e molti altri fattori. Seguendo la mia esperienza di vita, ho sempre sentito che percepivo più la mia regione di provenienza come ‘terra di nascita’ che l’Italia. Probabilmente la Toscana è il solo parametro che può essere usato per spiegare le origini delle mie tradizioni, abitudini e anche il mio gusto nel cibo. Quando mi chiedono se mi piace la cucina italiana, non so mai che rispondere perché mi piace la cucina e il cibo toscani ma non la cucina e il cibo di tutte le regioni italiane. Magari mi piacerebbe mangiare ‘i tortelli di patate’ o ‘i ballotti’ (gli ultimi fatti coi marroni del Mugello!), ma un babà napoletano è per me immangiabile come il britannico Christmas pudding. Eccetto qualche cosa che proviene dalla mia regione di nascita, non ho preferenze di cibo basate su da dove proviene la ricetta, se è buono è buono, se è schifoso non lo mangio, semplice.

So che per tante persone è difficile distinguere tra le origini personali e un concetto più esteso di nazione. Nessuno sembra pensare che molti emigranti sentono nostalgia di casa perché hanno lasciato ‘casa’ nel senso più ampio di famiglia, amici e rifugio sicuro da difficoltà e pressioni esterne. Molto spesso gli emigranti non lasciano la nazione stessa, lasciano la loro ‘zona di benessere’. E’ per questo che molti rimpiangono di essere partiti. Comunque, il processo sopra menzionato implica che l’emigrante debba avere una ‘casa’ da qualche parte…. Non ho avuto quel lusso, e neppure molti altri. Se in una realtà alternativa fossi deportata in Italia domani, sarei alloggiata insieme a richiedenti d’asilo e immigrati dalla Siria e altre nazioni africane, con pochissime speranze di trovare  un lavoro a quasi 44 anni e quindi sopravvivere con le mie forze.

La mia cittadinanza italiana, da sola, non mi garantirebbe né un alloggio né un lavoro. Qualche volta ho sentito qualche genio suggerire che tornare in una casa dove c’è l’abuso è sempre meglio che fare la coda al centro locale della Caritas! Per prima cosa, qualsiasi persona che suggerisce ciò non ha un’idea di cosa comporta l’abuso emozionale e psicologico. Secondo, molti non si immaginano che anche la mia famiglia, cittadini italiani, erano pure loro nelle liste della Caritas dopo la recessione (comunque, un aumento dell’immigrazione ha fatto diventare questi luoghi sovraffollati e i volontari della Caritas hanno cominciato a rimandare gli italiani indietro; i miei parenti non ci hanno poi mai mangiato). Un ritorno in Italia per me sarebbe lo stesso che spararmi sul luogo. Mi ci sono voluti quasi 4 decenni per uscire definitivamente dall’Italia e dalla mia famiglia disfunzionale; se dovessi tornare indietro tutti gli sforzi fatti sarebbero stati inutili. Sì, fine della vita, perché non sono molto interessata a vivere in uno stato vegetativo, mi spiace!

Concludendo, nostalgia e un eventuale ritorno in patria possono anche essere la soluzione più infelice e temuta per un migrante. Se non c’è un gruppo di amici o la famiglia che sono felici di riaccogliervi, una nazione è solo un sistema impersonale di leggi, governo, convenzioni sociali e religiose; per scopi di immigrazione una determinata nazione va considerata su scala internazionale piuttosto che su quella personale. L’Italia non è in alto in nessuna lista. Inoltre, non esistono “legami alla terra” se non si possiede nessuna proprietà o non si ha nessuna relazione con qualcuno che vive su quella terra. Per me, che mi sono sempre sentita una migrante senza patria (o cittadina del mondo), la terra di nascita prima è diventata una specie di cartolina e poi un ricordo. Col passare del tempo, anche tutti quei ricordi scompariranno, rimpiazzati dagli eventi presenti e futuri della mia vita in territorio britannico. L’Italia non è assolutamente una ragione per rimembranze e nel futuro mi sembrerà come una fotografia ingiallita di cento anni fa tenuta in un cassetto.

“La casa è dove si trova il cuore”

 

 

When getting ‘likes’ and ‘hits’ is all that matters

This is another post I write on the spur of the moment. Sometimes it feels liberating to let words flow on the keyboard in a natural way. I needed to vent and I’m lucky enough to have a blog where I can rant and babble nonsense if I feel to 😉 However… when the need to vent is made at the expense of someone else, is it still fine? What if that someone is even ‘indicated’ in the article? Does not that become an impolite and rude bullying of an innocent person? I’ll explain myself better.

Today I read an article on an Italian blog where at the beginning the author was clearly mocking:

a) a group of people

b) some expat blogs

Apart from the fact that the language used in the article was clearly insulting to the people of point ‘a’, I thought that the worst part was the second one where the author was clearly deeming some immigration blogs stupid and improvised. Sure, everyone is entitled to their opinions but at some point the female author alluded to a blog in such a manner that it became clear who and what she was talking about. Needless to say, the author of the mentioned blog got aware of that, became furious and complained to the admin of that website. Rightly so; I’d have probably burnt someone at the stake if I was in her shoes. The insulting part of the article was removed and… all was fine…NOT. Because the admin of the website hasn’t clearly gotten why the second blogger was feeling offended. In the end, the post had been so popular!! Lots of shares and likes and hits. Ha. It’s what that matters nowadays. Online popularity, the more the better. If this means to step on someone else’s rights or feelings, it doesn’t really matter. Nah. For some people, loyalty doesn’t exist anymore once that hits and likes get front stage.

I don’t share this opinion, no matter how popular it is. I made a decision, when I opened this blog, not to cave in to ‘marketability’. I don’t sell products and I don’t earn any revenue from having more or less ‘hits’ on this website. There’s no meaning for me to pander to different audiences or to write likable posts, I don’t need to be internet famous, to be honest I don’t need to be famous at all.

I don’t get endless likes and retweets on this blog and it’s fine like that. I know, maybe some admins dream bigger. Perhaps hits and likes and shares become their drug, and nothing else matters anymore. However, today’s events also prompted me to think, they were food for thought. Because ‘I’ could also be thrown under the bus if somebody else’s necessity arises, I could be judged and deemed stupid, childish and backwards as the other blogger was. My blog could be easily derided by someone who thinks I’m talking nonsense all the time or asking the wrong or stupidest questions.

Well, I am about to give bad news to everyone though. Careful who you pick for bullying and mocking, because I’m not going down without a fight. Like Samson, I die with the Philistines 😉

Have a nice evening,

Merlin xxx

 

Tired and fed up of whiny foreigners

Today I posted on Facebook the following status:

“Am I the only Italian here who’s tired to hear that tripe about English language being less beautiful than *enter whatever language here* … Good lord, if you don’t like English ask yourself what the hell you are doing in an English-speaking country… “

My friend Mandy answered that I should have add to that all people complaining about the weather, food, lack of ‘bidet’, England itself, British people and so on.

Well… YES, I’d like that all foreigners (not just Italians here) would stop complaining about everything in a country where they chose to live!! Nobody forced them to come to UK. Work can’t be the only reason and if it is, you’ve two opportunities:

– You shut up

– You migrate elsewhere as soon as you’ve the chance

Living in a foreign country where everything seems hostile to you is pure madness. I really enjoy UK, with its pros and cons. It is not Fairyland at all, it is a shithole sometimes, but for me it is HOME. I always felt that way, since I got here. I love British people, whether they’re Scottish, Irish, Welsh, Cornish or from anywhere else. I love British history and archaeology. I love food and drink, I love ordinarily queueing everywhere, I love their community spirit and their will to fight for what is right!

And yes, I immensely love the English language. And if you don’t agree, I don’t give a rat’s ass, it is your business and your unhappiness affects only YOU, not me or anyone else!!

I rebel against this trend that ‘complaining about the host country is normal’, well it is not. And now piss off 😛

Tom Hiddleston…. I see you? You don’t…

Is anyone here remembering the song “I see you” by Mika?

I used to listen to it a lot a few years ago (2009), maybe because it mirrored the way I felt at that time…

“I’m sitting across from you
And dreaming of the things I do
I don’t speak, you don’t know me at all

For fear of what you might do
I say nothing but stare at you
And I’m dreaming
I’m tripping over you”

Strangely enough, it never mirrored any ‘feelings’ I had for… Someone famous? Actually, how can you even have feelings for someone you never met in real life (here the use of the verb ‘to meet’ could mean ‘to see’)? Well, it might come as a surprise to you, but some people have.

Although it is not news to me, it never fails to surprise me. I can be honest here… I NEVER got the meaning of ‘fandom’ in the same way that some of those people do. I don’t know why I could never be star-struck by anyone’s fame. Of course, at some point in my life I was, too, one of those ladies pining away for some actor/singer, the flavour of the month or the year. Nevertheless, I was never obsessed to the point of going to their concerts, movie premieres and so on. Well, let alone about having a faint idea who they date or where they live. I saw Matt Damon once and… That’s it. It was not instagrammed, pinterested, facebooked, tweeted and so on…

Life changes and can become hectic all of a sudden, movie actors crushes don’t stand the test of time, they tend to fade away. I thought that nowadays, in this technological and consumeristic era, everything is ‘used’ in a split second and thrown away and only a few things keep us interested for longer. Well, I was not deluded enough to believe that movie fandom hadn’t changed from the 1950s, when my mum was young and she innocently cut Tony Curtis pics off from magasines. However, the change in 60 years was greater than I could have ever imagined…. Once movie stars lived in Hollywood and they lived another life. You couldn’t invest much of yourself in that, they were no more or less than Martians. Now PR teams delude legion of fans into believing that these ‘aliens’ are actually down-to-earth… Hey audiences, Martians landed and they are friendly. With the heck, nope… They have millions, they drive cars you would need to sell your house to buy one, they walk on red carpets whilst the only carpet I walk on all time is everything but red lol

About 6 months ago I started to be interested in the movie world again, just out of curiosity and.. maybe business. I started to polish my old scripts, I am studying for my BA in Archeology and Ancient History and I am at home most of the day….. so I just browse the internet when I am bored. God knows how, I came across one of those gossip sites (that are highly addictive) where you can comment on a topic/news and I started posting there.
I always was part of forums/boards of any kind for the last decade, yet I was not aware that the online world had expanded into another ‘dimension’.
One of these new dimensions is actually the blogging universe and tumblr. But I will speak about it later.

First thread I stumbled into was a topic about one of the “Thor – The Dark World” premieres (I forgot which one). What really shocked me whilst I was reading the comments was the degree of involvement that some people had for the characters of the movie and who play the roles. It seemed like some people actually were even curious to know what kind of shoe size Chris Hemsworth-Thor wears (I don’t even know my hubby’s shoe size and I need to check if I want to buy shoes as a pressie!). The thirst for curiosity and sordid details even skyrocketed to the moon concerning Hiddleston-Loki though. Whilst Hemsworth has been married for a few years now and his female fans are a bit more restrained than Hiddleston’s in their fantasies, if you read anything about the latter… You might sue someone because you want to bleach your mind from what you read about him and you can’t delete it (although Gerard Butler and Michael Fassbender’s fans are equally rabid and derailed).

Btw, for people who don’t know who Hiddleston is, he is the guy on the left in the picture (From Coriolanus rehearsals at Donmar theatre – London):

I got to the point I would have liked to slap the commenters and then ask them how they got to be so detached from reality. Is it really our online culture that produces such an outcome? An endless fantasising about people who are real but at the same time they are not real because they don’t know we exist? That is why this morning I was reminded of the song I posted above, “I see you…” Hell but ‘they’ don’t…. It feels like the line between reality and screen/online reality got blurred somehow and somewhere, but it is not clear anymore who is in what…

Concerning the blogging universe, the worst of the worst about Hiddleston was/is on Tumblr. I felt dirty just at the thought I am blogging on tumblr too, although my little rants only support the main domain (where you can’t comment, thank God, thank God!) and my posts are usually and mainly about anything that irritates me at any given moment. I am a very opinionated bitch and if I don’t want to spend my time online arguing with everyone, well… Better to have a blog and let the steam go off there 😉
In fact… If by mistake I was going to post this on a Hiddleston online thread, anywhere on the planet, I was probably going to be crucified for it. Yes, his fans are ‘that’ involved. You can’t express your mild opinion about him in front of his online fans, the punishment would be worse than William Wallace’s (who was quartered and spread all over Scotland.. That is nothing William! You never saw this age, you lucky guy!). Personally, I think he is great as an actor… As Kenneth Branagh, Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, and many others are…. Many would be even better, they are just not famous yet or maybe they will never be. Fame is not ‘recognition’, it is also luck. A great deal of luck. And I even spat in the face of it, many years ago… When a talent scout asked me if I wanted to act and I said “No, thank you”. If I had said yes, would I have probably been discussed and my life scrutinised one million times on Tumblr by now? Imagine lots of people discussing if my boobies are sagging or if I had plastic surgery or if I am having a lesbian relationship with my best friend….

Jesus, so glad I said no to the opportunity.

I dearly hope Tom Hiddleston enjoys fame and his fans, because in case he doesn’t… he would be the unhappiest person of the planet….

Whilst Merlin lives… Happily ever after in her ‘invisible’ Camelot 🙂

by Merlin

Trolldom

Ok, this will be a very short post….. more of a series of personal thoughts about web trolls….

This is the definition of an online troll from the Urban Dictionary (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=troll):

“One who posts a deliberately provocative message to a newsgroup or message board with the intention of causing maximum disruption and argument”

A few years ago, when I started joining forums and websites, being a troll wasn’t so common as it is nowadays and usually online posters who liked to stir the pot or to resort to name calling just for the fun of it were likely to be banned or to be punished by admins and mods.

Nowadays, the phenomenon is quite ‘tolerated’ and very often you put them on ignore and you don’t see their posts and everything is solved. Well, it would be more correct to say it is NOT solved, it is just ignored. And that’s something I don’t understand. If I am being the target of a troll, I can put the user ‘on ignore mode” but that won’t be of any use to other members given that likely the troll will attack someone else later on. And in our politically correct modern society, even to ban a troll becomes a state matter sometimes, as the fact of banning someone online would be of harm to anyone or it is likely to be interpreted as discriminating….

I might appear very old-fashioned in saying this but lack of respect doesn’t seem very politically correct either.

To resort to name-calling in order to cause maximum disruption in somebody else’s online discussion is the same as starting a pub brawl because two guys were arguing near the bar and you start to punch strangers just for the sake of it, far from the original discussion… Would that be tolerated? I don’t know if the fact of being so nice to the Internet community pays off either. As far as I know, people should understand when they commit a mistake (given that we can’t punch them in the face through a screen… not yet, at least 😛 ) or that acting like a jerk is going to have some bad consequences for you too.

Instead, we see very often people insulting Twitter or Facebook users without any real consequences for them (again, they can be blocked but they don’t have their account deleted though, which would be what they deserve), so what’s the message they receive? None, in my opinion. They will behave like that again at the first chance.

To be honest, I have to say that there is no way to avoid a fight with an online troll because you just find yourself in that situation and you have to deal with that, regardless of any opinion you have about it.

Well, I guess the word itself was used to define such a web troublemaker because there wouldn’t be any way to avoid a fight even if you found a real life troll walking on your path… You’re doomed to have a fight, whether you like it or not. Well, unless you have Gandalf on your side, but that’s another matter…and another story 😉

Merlin