So far, this World Cup has been quite amusing and filled with controversy. I'm just happy that theres been enough talking about it (being less of a talker and more of a do-er, I can get very impatient and irritated with the whole build-up to events) and that its finally here. Everything from the ball, altitude, and Vuvuzela’s have been blamed for the player’s performances – or lack thereof – and we’ve had more draws than Cher has wigs. Now I’m not a Vuvuzela fan, I don’t own one and I’m not looking to either BUT the way I see it, these players either CAN or CAN’T play football and if they CAN’T then they shouldn’t be playing the blame game. I personally believe that they’re still acclimatizing to SA, getting used to the pitch, adapting to the conditions, etc. etc.
I can't seem to wrap my mind around the Vuvuzela issue. People say its annoying and they can't concentrate etc. but I just saw a couple of Brazilians with huge mofo drums in the stadium and judging from their demeanor, it occurs on the regular. So why ban the Vuvuzela but allow gigantic drums - surely they both more or less make an equal amount of noise? I wonder about those complaining... is it because they're not used to it, or is it because they didn't invent it? Europe is weird like that. They will happily discard anything they don't like or disagree with unless it was them that were intrumental in its inception... and if they happen to be at the front-lines of any innovation, they automatically "love" and accept it, no matter how ludicrous it may be (this is just a generalisation by the way, no need to get your knickers in a twist).
At the moment it’s 11:50pm and I’m downloading Wham’s “Everything She Wants” because it’s a childhood favourite in my song pile, and I’ve been humming it all week, and it’s the one song of theirs that I don’t have on iTunes.
The thermometer says -2˚ degrees Celsius (already) and we’re in for a cold couple of days – the coldest days we’ve had in a long time. A normal winter day in Johannesburg in the middle of winter hovers between 18˚ and 22˚ degrees Celsius. Tomorrow it’s looking like the mercury won’t go above 9˚ or 10˚.
I watched Brazil beat Korea DPR 2 goals to 1 in tonights match and while I wasn’t really interested in the game for obvious shallow reasons, I still can’t help but feel bad for Korea. Thing is, I don’t like seeing people loose, especially when they put so much heart and soul into their game. And even if I don’t support the team, it feels like a personal loss for me. I’m… what’s the word… sensitive like that. That’s why I choose to watch the games for superficial reasons – Canavarro being superficial reason #1 – so that I don’t get too emotionally involved.
The last time I was emotionally involved in a game, was when Roberto Baggio failed to deliver that goal at the penalty shoot-out back in 1994 (I loved him ok!?!, we were supposed to get married!!). I was wrecked and tormented for months, years, after that! I didn't want to become one of those fans that cry everytime Juventus loose *snigger*. That’s when I realised that there’s just too much of me invested in something that’s so emotionally ruthless and fleeting and that I’d be better off enjoying it for what it really is… a bunch of beautiful sweaty emotional men with fine muscular asses.
Now it may sound like I’m “objectifying” men, as a male friend pointed out recently, but let me explain. See, for 3 years and 11 months straight, us women have to put up with all kinds of “objectification”. The innumerable ads on TV that use half-naked women to sell their products or services; the countless magazines that brainwash and condition society to believe that the perfect woman is tall, blonde, white, and a size (minus) -4 and that we’ll never match up no matter how hard we try; and just the nature of most men ogling and staring at everything that wears a skirt; all of which is but a fraction of what we have to go through day-in-day-out… the extent of our “objectification”.
But then, just when we think that this cruel world was only meant for ogres and men alike, reprieve and deliverance comes in the form of a testosterone fueled month where we women get to do all the ogling and swooning and gawking in admiration. For these 30 days, hundreds of God’s gifts to women-kind descend and we get to witness the male form at its finest. And if you’re wondering why don’t we just watch UEFA or PSL all the other months of the year… it’s just NOT the same ok. It’s like passing up Miss Universe for Miss Kentucky’s inbred second cousin. This is The World Cup, anything less will not do and this is OUR month, men have the 3 years and 11 months leading up to this to go bonkers. Look at the menu, but don’t order… and for you married folk, look at the menu but eat at home innit.
Anyways, I’ve been having so much fun over the last few days, it’s ridiculous. I’ve actually had to schedule a “night off” so that I can rest and hopefully recover from this demonic flu. I’ve met so many wonderful people in this short span of time… but its late, I’m doped up on meds to get better and therefore my escapades will have to wait for another time.
Oh and for those invested in my very personal and love-life on my private blog… I’m aware that a post is long over-due but that too will have to wait for another day… soon… maybe tomorrow… or Thursday…
I just heard Shakira and Waka Waka (the official FIFA World Cup 2010 anthem) blaring from someone’s stereo as they drove by (yeah I know, like they don't have something else to do at this hour, in this miserable weather) and I must say that I don’t think it’s bad, but I don’t think that it’s good either. Mediocre at best although I can understand what they were trying to achieve. For me, the soundtrack to anything is important… because it captures the very essence of the moment and every time you hear that particular song, it takes you right back to that time, so it has to be good.
My favourite World Cup effort thus far would have to be Ricky Martin’s “La Copa De La Vida” or “The Cup of Life” in English.
I even think that Bellini’s “Samba de Janeiro” was apt.
For me, these are by far much better contenders… these are the songs that will forever remind me of this time, this place, this moment:
Velile & Safri Duo – Helele (Safri Duo Single Mix)
K’naan & David Bisbal – Wavin’ Flag
Edward Maya ft. Vika Jigulina – Stereo Love
Right. Off to bed.