tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573382596442861899.post8130892385522733308..comments2023-11-02T01:55:28.254-07:00Comments on A Canuck Amuck: Dirty Old BideshiGlennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766968264733510251noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573382596442861899.post-38091830285754999692009-07-26T07:57:31.471-07:002009-07-26T07:57:31.471-07:00So, what is on the back pages of Hustler?
I susp...So, what is on the back pages of Hustler? <br /><br />I suspect the linguistic mix up between sex and six is not so innocent. And the irony of being among pirates with stolen loot while being concerned about what others think of you.<br /><br />The creepiness of sin can be as much fun in the making as in the realization. Standing outside and looking into "one of those stores" can be a prurient high -- be it a "respectable" book store like Glad Day or a sleazy Yonge Street Porn Shop. A whole raft of "no no's" come to the fore, born out of our Puritanical or Jansenist [Catholic counterpart] up bringing. <br /><br />Social transitions are fascinating: example, the private toilet cubical was an invention of the monastic Middle Ages motivated by religious fervor. Even as you take a dump you should be contemplating the glory of God uninterrupted by the sounds eminating from your neighbor. But from contemplation we easily enter the world of "privacy", and therein lies suspicion. What does happen in those cubicals?<br /><br />Eventually we have a world where bodily functions must be out of sight [from convenience to must]. How quickly then do we head towards evil -- from evil smell to evil as dirty to evil as sin...all from taking a dump.<br /><br />Sorry for the scatology. But that line between natural and unnatural is amazingly porous. And where you were worried about what the pirates might be thinking about you, I would be more worried about what the customs officers may think of me. Pirated CDs are so totally illegal that I could be arrested if any were found in my possession as I returned home. Not because they were smut [that would almost be fun], but because they were pirated - a different take on evil.<br /><br />Movies away are subject to such interesting timing. Once in Sydney, Australia, I was on a date arranged for me by a local. She wanted dinner-and-a-movie, so after a nice Vietnamese meal, we took the Sydney subway to a cinema in some god-forsaken part of the city. <br /><br />Now, we all know Sydney is a sophisticated, modern city, but what many don't realize is just how off the beaten path Australia is. They are not on any known shipping lanes, as Aussies say. <br /><br />The movie that night had just arrived and everyone was excited. My disappointment must have been palpable as we sat down to The Dead Poet's Sociey. <br /><br />I am not much of a movie goer and am even less enthused by Robin Williams, but in this instance, I had actually seen the movie in Toronto several months before. No surprises other than that this was opening night in Sydney. <br /><br />While shoot-em-up Rambo might be the bideshi delight according to Bangladeshis, being out of sync with the rest of the entertainment world is a universal phenomenon once you leave Hollywood territory. We are "lucky" here in Canada because that border is as equally porous as that line between natural and unnatural. We get opening nights on the actual nights, not 8 months later.<br /><br />In China, I avoid CDs like the plague, fearing big brother at the Canadian border might sense I was actually in a pirate shop, even if only browsing. Temptation is worthy of punitive action, even if one does not succumb. To have lusted in my heart is to have sinned, a la Jimmy Carter. The righteous indeed know when the sinner sins even before confession.<br /><br />Have fun. <br />VictorAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com