Thursday, March 06, 2008


Me thinks my blog is dying. I don't post nearly as much as I used to. Since it's been a while since my last post, this one is going to be a mixed bag.


The song selection contest for Greece's Eurovision entry took place last week and the winner was Kalomoira Sarantis, a young Greek girl who grew up in America and came back to Greece three years ago to find her fortune, sort of like Sarbel. What made me happy about her song was that it opens with a typical punjabi sound, sort of like this song by Punjabi MC. Hmmm sweet, so now you like multiculturalism, do you? I bet if I had entered Eurovision with something similar my ass would have been kicked off because I'm not Greek but it's okay because Kalomoira is. Also she can sing, and I can't, so I would have lost anyway.

The show was a big deal as it is every year and presented by two dancing chickens aka the Magirra sisters. Of course the Greeks loooove to complain and the day after they totally ripped the night's offering to shreds, calling it overtly kitsch and boring in a trying-too-hard fashion. I thought it was okay, I fail to see what the difference was between this show and all the other kitschtastic offerings on Greek TV.


Everyone is still upset about this one and I don't dare wade into it, because I'm young and I have my whole life ahead of me. I'll just offer this advice: if you are a foreigner in Greece, do NOT say "I don't get what all the fuss is about." in the company of other Greeks. I'm pretty sure just asking that question is reason enough to get deported.

American Cosmopolitan:

My sister brought one of these back after a trip to LA. Maybe I'm just getting old, but it struck me as a lot trashier than the UK version, and that's saying something. I had to ride the tube to Heathrow clutching a bright yellow magazine that was covered in the biggest font possible and leading with the story: YOUR VA-JAY-JAY. Classy. Everyone on the tube wants to see me reading about my vagina. Even if I was curious, there was no way I could read such an article with it's screaming sub headlines and graphic illustrations.

The C-word:

It's thrown around so casually these days it should have lost its shock factor by now, but when I bounced into work on Monday and heard my young, into good karma, vegan non-smoking head of department tell me that she has breast cancer I stood rooted to the spot, speechless. I've admittedly not had to deal with much hardship in my life and within the moment that my colleague told me she had cancer, the disease suddenly became real, as if up until then it was just a rumour or something other dimensional.

I'm scared because I don't know how to help her, what to say, what to do.

Something you could only ever hear in Greece:

Saturday afternoon me and Mr Zeus were strolling along on our way to lunch and we saw a small crowd gathered around a policeman and a young boy who had crashed his car. As we walked by:

Police: "So you have no licence and no insurance."

Boy: "That's what I'm trying to explain to you. Without the licence, I can't get insurance, they won't give it to me."

Police: "And why the hell are you driving without a licence?"

Only in Greece...


itelli said...

The policeman story is really strange... For Greek standards, that is... R u sure he didn't tell the boy "Oh, I see. Ok, off u go!" or something to that effect?

Driving without a licence is not exclusively (or very) greek. Getting into troubles with the police when u r clearly at fault, and escaping unscathed, now that is greek. And it doesn't fit that policeman's mentality.

Oh well, perhaps he was bored and he wanted to obtain info to have something to tell his colleagues later and have a laugh over a cup of coffee.

deviousdiva said...

Ahh, sweetie. The confusion that is Greece. The confusion that is life !

Take care you. See you soon.


betabug said...

Take it easy with the "blog dying" thing! I love your writing and I would hate to see it stop! There are always times in the life of a blog when things get slow, interest wanes a bit. Not everything is new and exciting any more in your "new" country. But there will be more thoughts coming up to share with us... we're looking forward to them!

Oh yeah... when in doubt, write about food! I love to read about your food stuff!

bollybutton said...

Awww thanks for the comments.
Itelli, I'm sure of what he said because Mr Zeus was there too. In fact your comment just makes the whole situation funnier! SO you mean I killed myself trying to get a licence for nothing?!

DD - don't we know it ;)

betabug - great suggestion. I love writing about food, so maybe I'll post u p some recipes/gastronomical exploits