I read a rather disturbing piece of "article" in the Times. It is called "Christmas romance confessions". Three of them are nice love stories. Two of them are just stories of affairs between remorseless married people.
And this is what I find disturbing. The fact that someone at Times, whom I thought better of, included the sleazy affairs among Christmas romances, when in fact they have nothing to do with neither Christmas nor romance.
Cheating has nothing to do with romance. If one is married but feels attracted to some other person and wants to act upon it, than fairness should lead to dissolution of that marriage. It does not matter how "complicated things are right now". Things are easy enough - you want to go hump someone else, do it outside the marriage vows. But, of course, this almost never happens. The cheaters go ahead and chase whomever they fancy, the cheated stay at home and do not suspect anything. Until it is too late, and the damage is done. And then the cheaters go say something along the lines of "I did not mean to hurt you, it just happened, it did not mean anything, blah-blah".
This is WRONG. I do not care about the religious views and punishments on the subject, or social codes, whatever. It is not FAIR towards the person who remains faithful. That person hurts the most. That person does nothing wrong, keeps the vows taken, and stays true, and is hit in the head from behind. And it is not the head that gets broken, but the heart. And a broken heart is hard to mend.
I hate cheaters. I despise the excuses they give for their cheating. Regardless of the road that took them to that point in their life, cheating is not a way out of sorrow.
Things may be very complicated. But cheating is never a solution. The cheaters have all the "fun" and the cheated take all the heartache. Completely unfair!
And The Times is no better than the Daily Whatever in publishing such garbage. But I should have known better, since the piece with "I slept with my brother and have no regrets about it" stayed for almost one year on the middle column with recommendations in the Life and Style section. Gosh!
And no, I am not cheated upon, nor do I cheat (obviously, considering the righteous tone of this post). I know people who were. Sadly, I also know people who cheated.
Love is so rare these days... True love, with true commitment. This is why I always get teary when listening to this:
Friday, December 18, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Rare day
I have a very ambiguous relationship with patriotism and my country.
I am bugged when people discriminate Romanians just because they come from 'a chip off the old Soviet block, used to get up early in the morning singing patriotic songs and peppy reporting of false improvements'. Pardon my French, but up yours, orright?
I am equally bugged when Romanians consider themselves as the perpetual victims of history. History is what you make of it, but if you just let it happen, you have no one but yourself to blame.
I am known to speak not exactly kindly of my country. There are many, many flaws and it really breaks my heart to see good things go uselessly to waste.
Nevertheless, there were three occasions when I was proud of my country. I am not referring to sporting events or such. There were three times when the elections were not won by the PSD. First time, I, along with many others, naively thought that things will change. Nothing changed. The second time, cautious after the first major disappointment, we voted for change again and got it. Things changed some, but not always for better. Now, yesterday, it was the third time we voted for change and the third time we won - marginally (50.37%), but we did win.
I am strangely proud. Proud that against the media manipulations of the last years, blatant and shameless and obvious, history got to repeat itself. Last time the exit polls were ordered to show a different winner, and the victory speeches were embarrassingly loud and brash from the party that proved to be on the losing side.
I was afraid yesterday, watching the national television, that this time the horrific pictures could be true. Today I am glad that social-democrats, liberals and the other morons, plus the moguls behind them, get to choke back on their words.
It is a bid sad that the people actually living in Romania get to be so easy to be fooled around. There was a documentary on Arte that is refreshingly unpointing fingers at anyone. Although I suspect whom the maker voted with. But still, one very sad conclusion is that the most lucid of them all appears to be Dan Diaconescu, the guy who invented OTV, a controversial and very looked-down upon TV channel. He says that people who live there are numb, manipulated by the media, because in Romania, TV is everything (oh, so very true!), and that those who get disappointed, they emigrate. No fancy words, no nifty sketches, no chest pounding. Sad.
Another sad thing is that almost 50% of Romanian voted for someone whom they call 'the village idiot'. And the diaspora vote was needed to tip down the scales.
I know those who disagree with me think that I am petty being so 'involved' in politics. Being on the winning side here, I can agree to disagree.
It is not that I am bursting with pride. I do not think that things will be radically different from now on. I do not believe that the current president is Prince Charming on a white horse who is going to fix everything. But I am glad that he has the chance to at least try to make things a bit different. And I have to admit that getting to see the looting bunch from PSD and the rest making fools of themselves does make my day.
On this note, I may add that more good news are more than welcome!
I am bugged when people discriminate Romanians just because they come from 'a chip off the old Soviet block, used to get up early in the morning singing patriotic songs and peppy reporting of false improvements'. Pardon my French, but up yours, orright?
I am equally bugged when Romanians consider themselves as the perpetual victims of history. History is what you make of it, but if you just let it happen, you have no one but yourself to blame.
I am known to speak not exactly kindly of my country. There are many, many flaws and it really breaks my heart to see good things go uselessly to waste.
Nevertheless, there were three occasions when I was proud of my country. I am not referring to sporting events or such. There were three times when the elections were not won by the PSD. First time, I, along with many others, naively thought that things will change. Nothing changed. The second time, cautious after the first major disappointment, we voted for change again and got it. Things changed some, but not always for better. Now, yesterday, it was the third time we voted for change and the third time we won - marginally (50.37%), but we did win.
I am strangely proud. Proud that against the media manipulations of the last years, blatant and shameless and obvious, history got to repeat itself. Last time the exit polls were ordered to show a different winner, and the victory speeches were embarrassingly loud and brash from the party that proved to be on the losing side.
I was afraid yesterday, watching the national television, that this time the horrific pictures could be true. Today I am glad that social-democrats, liberals and the other morons, plus the moguls behind them, get to choke back on their words.
It is a bid sad that the people actually living in Romania get to be so easy to be fooled around. There was a documentary on Arte that is refreshingly unpointing fingers at anyone. Although I suspect whom the maker voted with. But still, one very sad conclusion is that the most lucid of them all appears to be Dan Diaconescu, the guy who invented OTV, a controversial and very looked-down upon TV channel. He says that people who live there are numb, manipulated by the media, because in Romania, TV is everything (oh, so very true!), and that those who get disappointed, they emigrate. No fancy words, no nifty sketches, no chest pounding. Sad.
Another sad thing is that almost 50% of Romanian voted for someone whom they call 'the village idiot'. And the diaspora vote was needed to tip down the scales.
I know those who disagree with me think that I am petty being so 'involved' in politics. Being on the winning side here, I can agree to disagree.
It is not that I am bursting with pride. I do not think that things will be radically different from now on. I do not believe that the current president is Prince Charming on a white horse who is going to fix everything. But I am glad that he has the chance to at least try to make things a bit different. And I have to admit that getting to see the looting bunch from PSD and the rest making fools of themselves does make my day.
On this note, I may add that more good news are more than welcome!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
End is near
I can't believe that is it December all over again.
Even though during this year I had the impression that time has passed slowly and rather difficultly for me, still, I am surprised to see that the year itself has passed without me really being aware of it.
This is one year that I will not regret to see it leave. Too many bad 'firsts'. To few good 'beginnings'. No real follow through. Good riddance, 2009.
Even though during this year I had the impression that time has passed slowly and rather difficultly for me, still, I am surprised to see that the year itself has passed without me really being aware of it.
This is one year that I will not regret to see it leave. Too many bad 'firsts'. To few good 'beginnings'. No real follow through. Good riddance, 2009.
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