And this is where I'll stay

Today’s question: Is irony just a way of getting away with being stupid? And do ironic representations in popular culture do good or bad? Black Eyed Peas’ music video for Meet Me Halfway is today’s object of analysis. Watch it:



With a title like Meet Me Halfway, one would think that they should put an equally large effort in getting to each other. But no.

To start with, throughout the video, the Man is depicted as several indivduals. The Man is as versatile as he is active. He conquers nature in what feels like countless ways; he rides an elephant (domestication of animals!), he reads maps (literacy!), he goes to space and he uses various tracking devices (modern science and gold-digging!). Clearly, he’s a Man with a plan and he has the know-how and the determination to get where he wants.

Meanwhile, the Woman, one body, one individual, placed in Nature, doesn’t seem to make any effort whatsoever of getting her halfway to the Man. Her job is to lie passive on a tree trunk, surrounded by flowers and magical mist, gently carressing her body while keeping her legs together (she’s holding out!). And when she claims that “I can’t go any further than this” she has successfully managed to crawl on the ground a distance of… nowhere. She is not only placed in nature, she IS nature, wating to be conquered. All he needs is a location, and to get there first. All she needs is to wait.

In conclusion, and since no one else seems to hang around this blog, I guess I should answer my own questions. But I won't. I don't know if I should laugh with them, at them or cry because of the unoriginal/ironic depictions of Man/Woman. No. Instead I shall watch it again and now focus on why the elephant is wearing black and how that is possibly related to chocolate. Hej.

heart of glass

I thought it was a good idea to buy a Debbie Harry poster and pin it up on my wall. It was three in the morning and I was drunk. I have had many splendid ideas at times like that. I'm not so sure this was one of them. Debbie arrived and she's here, right in front of me, on her blood red background. I'm looking at her, she's looking away. No, she's just looking somewhere else. Cold eyes, far away, without even taking notice of my presence. Don't get me wrong, I didn't expect her to. It's a poster. But the actual effect of her on my wall, I did not expect. I do think it's a passing thing. The past days, I've been feeling restless and anxious and blue and now Debbie somehow embodies all that in her dreadful pose. She's mocking me, and has been for six hours now. Will she let me sleep?