My Coffee Addiction and Why I Love It

Finding photos to accompany this post will be the easiest task in the world. The small piece of visual heaven is made with a perfect arrangement of a nice, round cup filled with hot, dark, bubbly beverage surrounded by ‘casually’ placed books, blank sheets of paper or recently turned on laptop waiting for you to start getting shit done. Even though I am aware those photos are staged (I mean, who reads 5 books at the same time and aligns their markers by the shade of their colour?), I love them and can’t stop looking at them because they make me feel at peace.

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I sometimes imagine I am the one who just took that alluring photo, although my current surroundings are nowhere near that photogenic. I know that everything I plan on doing will have to wait just a few moments longer until I take at least a couple of sips of my morning/afternoon coffee. I take mine dark, unfiltered with a couple of drops of milk or cream, this is what I consider to be ‘a real cup of coffee’. Everything else that is prepared with too much milk and sugar is coffee for babies,  tasty but doesn’t have the ability to get creative thoughts flowing or giving me a clear perspective and focus.  If I’m alone, it is a ‘wake up’  peace and quiet morning coffee, while another cup much later in the day is closer to ‘work’ coffee most of the times, meaning I expect from myself to start or finish something I’ve been thinking about, it’s often something to write about or coming up with new ideas. Or at least try to, make notes and sketches, sometimes only starting something without finishing, but nevertheless, a necessary energy boost.

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An ancient ritual vs. modern age

Wikipedia taught me that coffee first appeared and was prepared as a beverage we know today in 15th century Yemen and a century later started its journey towards Persia, Turkey and Africa. Europe didn’t stand a chance, people got hooked, everyone started to talk about this magic potion and the rest is history.

The preparing process is a ritual of its own, after brewing it, as we all know, coffee can be made in numerous ways according to individual taste and culture it derives from. It’s funny how a banal detail like a single cup of coffee can differ from country to country, for example I learned a long time ago that according to classic Italian recipe espresso needs to be served with a slice of lemon. I haven’t tried it yet, so I can’t judge in advance, but if Italians say so, it should work, right? I found a short, informative article with some other specificities, for example, I am not so excited about the coffee + garlic combination, but this Moroccan ‘grinding a mixture of spices — including sesame seeds, black pepper and nutmeg — together with ordinary coffee beans produces an unusual, but a very strong drink’ is now on my ‘to try’ list!

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This multicultural coffee spirit is something that should be protected from corporations like Starbucks who are limiting the creativity and imposing the same products on worldwide markets. Commercial success of well-known brand seems to create an approval among us, the customers, making us feel like buying an overpriced pumpkin white chocolate mocha latte is totally worth it. Some countries feel like their national identity and tradition are so strongly connected to coffee consuming culture they look at Starbucks and similar companies as a threat to their core values. Ok, we can all relax and agree that those companies are not really about the coffee, of course that is not a first place you will look for an espresso, but still it feels like a small earthquake that is about to leave its mark.

Coffee is not JUST a product. You can spend a looong time in company of a one cup or you can finish up your small espresso in two seconds, in both cases it is a ritual because it gives context and meaning to different  social encounters.

 

Cigarettes and coffee, man. That’s a combination.

Jim Jarmusch won my heart once again with his 2003 classic  starring legends like Iggy Pop, Tom Waits, Bill Murray, Roberto Benigni.  What he did was show the series of conversations around a table while drinking coffee. Couldn’t be simpler, but yet so complex because the range of topics is unlimited and unpredictable, just like in real life. The film embodies what I’m basically trying to say here, but in a much more coherent way.

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In my country, when you want to invite someone to hang out and talk about serious stuff or just to relax, you say:

‘Let’s go and have some coffee!’

Notice the use of verb ‘have’ instead of ‘grab’ or ‘take’, it’s not about taking two coffees to go and chat while walking down a busy street like Seinfeld characters would do. No, sitting in a  café bar having a cup of coffee can be a therapy session, a date, a trip through memory lane, political discussion, you name it… The point is, it can last for hours. Some say it is decadent and call it a deliberate waste of precious time due to laziness, but I call that a great time investment, a custom that needs to be preserved at all costs.

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Quentin Tarantino’s Badass Female Characters

Gender pay gap, hyper sexual objectification, dumbing down of female characters, lack of quality screenplays for women, these are just some of the issues film industry is still dealing with. Lately it seems things are moving forward as more actresses are candidly speaking up about the problems they are facing and bringing them to international spotlight.

Although Quentin Tarantino holds an image of the ‘enfant terrible’ of American cinema, his movies are often labeled as too violent, brutal and unnecessary bloody, he is also one of the most important modern directors and screenwriters. In opposition to all the violence and hundreds of gallons of blood , there is an interesting fact I appreciate very much – when you ask someone to name five iconic characters from Tarantino’s films, more than half would most certainly be female. Intelligent, cool, independent, strong, sometimes very dangerous, sometimes caring and sensual, we admired them all. Who would have thought after Reservoir Dogs came out that Tarantino would become a sort of a feminist hero.

To honour the Hollywood’s favorite ‘basterd’ on his 54th birthday I am bringing you some of his most remembered heroines that continue to inspire.

Jackie Brown

Aw, the milk went bad while I was in jail.
This is his third film, but the first in which Tarantino decided to place a woman in the lead, and oh, what a wonderful decision he made. During the ’90s period actress Pam Grier was used to appearing in smaller roles, but came back in style with a captivating performance in crime thriller Jackie Brown where she managed to outshine acting legends like Robert DeNiro and Samuel L. Jackson. Jackie is a middle-aged flight attendant who is actually working for a gun dealer Ordell Robbie by smuggling money across the border. After she gets caught, Jackie agrees to cooperate with the police in order to catch Ordell and avoid jail time. At the same time, she realizes her crazy boss wants to kill her, so that’s when she comes up with a not so simple plan… Smart, daring and charming woman who doesn’t want to depend on anyone, that’s why Jackie Brown will always deserve an important place on a groundbreaking female roles lists.
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 Shosanna Dreyfus

My name is Shosanna Dreyfus and THIS is the face… of Jewish vengeance!

Tarantino made Inglorious Basterds so that he could play with the darkest part of the 20th century and deliver his version of WWII events in his distinctive, attractive way. The key character is Shosanna Dreyfus (Mélanie Laurent), a young Jewish woman who happens to be the only surviving member of her family that was murdered by Nazi’s. Years after the soldiers found them in their hiding place and committed a bloodbath, she meets a German war hero and gets an idea for a revenge plot with a goal to kill the Nazi top commanders like Hitler and Goebbels. Her will power and fearlessness is astounding, along with her ability to keep focus on the way of reaching her final objective.

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Mia Wallace

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This small tribute can’t be completed without HER, the ultimate style icon and every girl’s dream Halloween costume choice. Uma Thurman and Tarantino surely had a special chemistry between them on the set, and we can all be grateful for that. She is not a main protagonist, but is the most recognizable one, her face is the visual and spiritual representation of Pulp Fiction. Mia is a mobster Marsellus Wallace’s wife who wanted to be an actress, is totally in love with Amsterdam, smokes a lot and also likes to snort cocaine. Her style is simple, but seductive, she is smart, has a great sense of humour and she’s definitely got a way with words. And as you already know, she can dance like no other.
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Zoë Bell

You guys look like shit. Who died?

One of the leads in Death Proof, maybe not Tarantino’s most acclaimed work, but certainly the most ‘girl power’ statement movie . Also, Zoë is the only one starring under her real name because she is actually playing herself – an energetic, talented stunt double who made me want to get out more and get involved in a sports activity for a change. Tarantino was amazed by the skills she presented while doubling for Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, and how could he not be – just remember those crazy adrenaline-filled Death Proof scenes where she’s strapped on the hood of a speeding car. Zoë also appeared in other Tarantino’s works: Inglorious Basterds, Django Unchained and The Hateful Eight, showing a range of talent, breaking stereotypes and just staying true to her cool, bold presence.

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The Bride

Those of you lucky enough to have your lives, take them with you. However, leave the limbs you’ve lost. They belong to me now.

Beatrix Kiddo (Uma Thurman), code name Black Mamba is one of the greatest action movie characters of all times which means a lot because that kind of roles are usually reserved for male actors only. She is a former member of an elite team of extremely well-trained assassins who finally wakens from four years spent in a coma after she was shot in the head by her former boss and lover called Bill. Kiddo creates a list of former colleagues who have betrayed her and begins her ruthless mission of killing every one of them showing impressive fighting skills along the way. Her dynamic, blood soaked quest for vengeance is divided into two volumes, culminating in an epic ending. That kind of firm determination in a character is rarely seen and has to be appreciated, Kiddo is passionate and dangerous, scary, but makes you sympathize with her after all the trauma she’s been through. Finally, the list of awesome women who are not afraid to attack first is what gives this movie a big credit in establishing a different kind of a female presence on the big screen, showing everyone that women can kick ass, as well.

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Originally posted on MoviePilot

Hey, what’s up? How about no.

In the street, at Uni, work, supermarket…

Random acquaintance or a colleague, definitely not a friend: Hey, what’s up, how’s going? Tell me what’s new? How are things?

Those are the basics, choose additional follow-up by specific preferences: How’s your boyfriend, when are you getting married? * the person laughs hysterically because of their impeccable sense of spontaneous humour* What about your sister/brother? And your parents, what did you say they do for a living? (I never mentioned that.)

At that very moment I am grabbing a gun from a special emergency compartment in my bag, clutching the weapon with my sweaty, but determined hand and BAM!, the person hits the ground. I’ve just killed them. It all went smoothly because I have been rehearsing this in my mind for about 15 years. Scenarios may vary in details, sometimes it’s a hand grenade, or I simply set myself on fire to avoid the stupid conversation, the common goal is always the same: I want to get away, please gods save me from this annoying hell of words exchange.

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Of course, I understand those are just formal expressions, ice breakers, conversation starters (or enders in my case). We use them because we are stuck up, unimaginative, overly attentive and are used to forming superficial relations with each other. I’ve been through many awkward silences and weather discussions in order to keep a dead conversation going, but I am proud to say that I have never directed that kind of interest aggressively into my ‘opponent’s’ face. The only acceptable version is the informal greeting that goes like this:

Random person: Hello, how are you?

Me: Hey, oh greeeat! (dying inside but smiling)

         And you?

Random person: Pretty good.

And that is it, the end, fin, it will not be continued.

A while ago I never remembered to add the additional ‘and you?’ into my answer, I would simply answer about how I’m feeling, I didn’t know that is an unwritten rule until I heard my younger sister using it many years ago in a grocery store, so I added it into my conversational repertoire.

Many years later, I turned out to be a pretty good talker, I can turn awkward silences into witty, but yet not too funny jokes, just enough to keep a drained conversation breathing.The best thing in life is that close friends, family or lovers don’t use the What’s up, how’s life? type of questions that often, when they do, it has a funny or sarcastic undertone. On the other hand, the classic How are you? gets a new, honest dimension as soon as you start talking to someone you like and feel totally comfortable with.

I wish I were braver in cases like, for example, when a nosy neighbour parks her ass right next to mine in public transport and starts questioning me about every living member of my family. At the same time, she will expect a great amount of interest from my part towards her affairs and family, so as soon she realizes I am not going to ask her anything remotely connected to her exciting daily life events, she’ll start talking about it nonetheless.

Look, I really don’t care!

That simple 5 word sentence could get me out of any conversation and label me forever as a quirky lunatic at best, or  a hearthless bitch in a worse case scenario, but oh what a small price that would be in exchange for a lifetime of peace and cozyness.

 

Lust for Life

I slept over at a friend’s place and forgot to take my contact lenses off last night. And my mascara as well.  A thousand dry, itchy blinks later, I’m home drinking lemon balm tea which is known for its calming effects. At the same time there’s another cup in front of me, I’m also having morning coffee leftovers. Last sip of tea, I’m still very thirsty and in desperate need for more tea or a tall glass of water, but no, my mind goes blank: Hey, have some salty pretzels! Naturally, these pretzels are making me (even more) thirsty. While devouring the last drops of coffee with a bitter taste in my mouth, I’m thinking how in three hours time I’ll be able to celebrate the impressive 24 hours of not washing my teeth. During that period, I drank tea, ate pizza and french fries, smoked a pack of Lucky Strikes, a couple of beers and two (I think) gin tonics. Usually, I’m really conscientious about personal hygiene and eat lots of vegetables so don’t judge.

Yesterday evening before going out I’ve seen Trainspottingnot the sequel but the 1996 original. I keep postponing the sequel watching due to a cool mix of nostalgia and unexplainable fear of the future. What does it have to do with a random movie sequel? I don’t really know, it’s just as close as I am able to describe how I feel.  Location – my favourite old cinema in  town which has been turning the best idea ever into reality with adding old(er) classics to their programme (I’ve already seen Taxi Driver and The Wizard of Oz).

So, back to Renton, Begbie, Sick Boy, Spud and Tommy, the characters we hate to love and love to hate. From the intro to the end, every scene, every conversation, every character’s quirk, vice and gruesome activity is epic. The ‘heroes of my youth’ grinning, swearing, shitting and injecting heroin on the big screen, all accompanied with hands down one the best movie soundtracks ever, music growling from the speakers in perfectly arranged intervals.  No matter how many times I’ve already seen Trainspotting, it just doesn’t get any less exciting, touching or funny.

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After leaving the cinema, I stood on the street among people for a bit, lit the cigarette and kept thinking about the holy trinity: David Bowie – Lou Reed –  Iggy Pop, and how any movie containing their music couldn’t be bad even if it actually was.

During my rebellious, curious teenage years, I was prone to thinking of Trainspotting as a film that glorifies drug use and junkie lifestyle, it was a form of a forbidden fruit, cool in a weird way and that’s what I was drawn to. Now I’m experiencing things much differently, I laugh and cringe at particular scenes… It is a sad story at the times, tragic but hilarious, imbued with tons of cynicism. Also, this sounds like a definition of a black comedy, but that categorization doesn’t do the justice to this movie, not even close.

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I was relieved to realize that this cult work was and will always remain important to me; even though we all change through the years and outgrow things every day, the core, the quality pieces we collect through our lives remain the same. The same as in we appreciate them equally, but from a very different angle. The variety of perspectives is why it’s fun to be an art loving human in the first place while listening to music, reading, watching movies, admiring paintings or sculptures… the content comes to us in different shapes and each mind reshapes the artist’s view in their own way.

Ok,  I’m about to make a sugar-free lemonade, no more coffee today!  This means I’m thinking of improving myself on so many levels right now. Today I’m going to eat  fruit instead of junk food, brush my teeth a couple of times to compensate, wash out the smoke from my hair, sweat and beer from the clothes and nonsense from my mind.

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Things and opinions can change, but my crush on Sick Boy is forever.

Keep Your Reality Away From Me

Ricochet is such an awesome word, repeat it out loud for at least 15 times, amazing. Next thing you know, David Guetta’s Titanium is playing in your head  for the rest of your life, you’re more than welcome!

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I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away

But I digress, my mind is super fast but lacks focus, even more than usual, much more. I had five and a half biiiig cups of coffee (with just a hint of milk) since this morning and as we are approaching 6 PM, heart attack is starting to look like a logical ending to this lovely evening. I slept for two hours last night because I was watching the Oscars, just like I did the year before and the year before that. I am a hypocrite, I know. I am aware of it, so that makes it acceptable. More importantly,  for some of us Europeans the last Monday morning in February tastes like coffee, sugar and dark circles under eyes sprinkled with a dash  of hysteria. Sleep deprived, but determined that it was worth it, armed with fresh knowledge deriving from the center of the La La Land, a place that never truly existed, but it feels good to believe it’s for real. It’s very similar to religion and just like religious rituals, there is always a certain sacrifice a person needs to undertake.

To me, the best part about the Oscars and similar, highly mediatized events is the projection of safety and false togetherness, a sense that everything is OK and that unity and tolerance and art will prevail even when the highlight of the evening are racism, borders and bigotry. It’s hard not to feel joy after people of different races have shared the stage, handed and received awards and delivered inspiring, almost revolutionary speeches. Almost. Of course they mostly represent a privileged group of people which doesn’t share the rest of the world’s crucial problems, of course they write speeches in advance, of course they enjoy the attention…  but at least they are, in a way, giving a voice to those problems. Those messages circle the world in juxtaposition with all the hottest Ryan Gossling memes and that is not neglectable.

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And also, along with the scripted drama, there was the non planed pinnacle in form of strange faux pas at the very end of the show, which I haven’t seen live because I turned off the TV as soon as I heard that La La Land won the best picture award and finally went to sleep. Perfect timing as always.  I was sad when I realized I was only a few moments away from witnessing live the biggest award mistake in the history of  our time (I know I am exaggerating, but that’s the point!), although I was very happy to learn this morning that Moonlight is the actual winner. Oh the drama, the glamour, the humour, the controversy, Trump, botox, Mahershala, Matt Damon vs. Jimmy Kimmel, Jennifer Aniston who looks like Iggy Pop, the awkwardness, tears and gold – this year’s Oscar season had it all. 

Good night and see you next year!

 

Yours truly,

xoxo

 

 

How many clicks per minute are you worth?

Click count, it has become a constant expression in everyday life of anyone working as a community manager or journalist, actually those two branches have intertwined to such extent they go along hand in hand. No matter how much you plan the time, circumstances or work on content you’re posting, if the post reach is not big enough, it’s all in vain. If not enough people have seen your work, if there’s no thumbs up reaction followed with a couple of comments and shares, it’s like you haven’t really done anything.

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Let’s take a step back from public arena to personal use of Facebook or Instagram where it seems that more and more younger people present themselves in terms of a brand, marking their opinions, clothes or lifestyle as part of the puzzle which represents their lives as a whole. Carefully selecting what’s ready for publishing, as if they’re working for a celebrity or haute couture designer whose image on the internet equals the earned income.

The point of it all is to show only the best parts of life, or camouflage the unattractive parts to make them look attractive, as well. Even when it’s all about presenting the ugly, it happens in a controlled environment with an ironic element. That’s how todays marketing mechanisms work – perfection on one side, aesthetic of ugliness which is more popular than ever on the other.

The problem with obsession with clicks in journalism is obvious – there is a disproportion between quality of content and public engagement. Why is that? A search for a quick fix of fun and distraction, maybe? Uninterested, stupid public who doesn’t deserve more than reading about reality show personas and their idle existence? I don’t think so, I prefer to think the six major media corporations and their collaborations with sponsors who finance the media content are to blame.

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I believe that this evaluation form most of us submit ourselves to voluntarily through social media can lead to strong feelings of insecurity and constant fear of being observed and judged from head to toe. That may seem like a personal, banal problem, but it actually affects social connections – relationships, friendships and people’s interests because in many cases they will choose to eat well or visit a special place in order to post a photo of it on some of the platforms. That way, more users will learn about you having fun and enjoying life, experiencing nice things among a small circle of closest people is just not enough anymore. The example of rich and famous whose egos go beyond anything imaginable show us the primitive core of human nature. The need to keep feeding the public with perfectly staged moments that should’ve been kept secret due to their intimate nature is unexplainable. All I see here is the need to remain in the centre of attention.

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Similar scenarios happen among ‘the normal’ people, but on an incomparably smaller scale, of course. With just a little effort and time invested into creation of ‘visual identity’, it is easy to get the necessary approval from strangers. The thing is, people won’t give you compliments so directly in real life situations and we’re lucky it is so,  just imagine strangers telling you how they like your hair, shirt or eyebrows. Creepy.

Becoming internet famous has become a real thing, it’s not just a South Park dark satire material anymore. Producing content with no meaning, lack of any kind of goal except to be liked and followed. Followed where? I don’t know. 

 

 

 

 

Nothing is Original

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“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”

 

                                              Jim Jarmusch

 

(I will finish this later.)

Just another Jean-Luc Godard appreciation post

My romantic relationship with French New Wave in cinematography is public and stable, so firm that I’ve stopped referring to it as a simple love affair a long time ago. When in doubt, there’s always an inspiration hiding in some of my favourite titles and actors. And there’s still so much left for me to discover!

The last piece is a bit more  technical, not just a general praise to the cinematic genius.  I don’t think it’s necessary to copy the whole text, so here’s the link to my latest film related fangirling:  5 Important Lessons Modern Filmmakers Learned from Jean-Luc Godard.

Btw, WordPress keeps suggesting that I spelled the director’s name wrong, what’s up with that?

And also, other people’s thoughts and comments on that post’s subject are more than welcome.

Short Story Writing Tips

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Whatever you think of or want to express, there’s someone who has done it better already, right? Probably, but that doesn’t stop us from creating. Today is a ‘I need a kick in the butt to get started’ kind of day, so this is  a start, Kurt Vonnegut‘s  essential tips on how to write a (good) short story:

  1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
  2. Give the reader at least one character she or he can root for.
  3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
  4. Every sentence must do one of two things–reveal character or advance the action.
  5. Start as close to the end as possible.
  6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them–in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
  7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
  8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

 

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And finally, I would just like to add a little something to keep in mind: Make sure to break as much  rules as possible, including the advice from the list above. Good luck!

Meryl Streep and Obama ‘Tribute’

Let’s talk about being overrated. What qualifies someone as overrated, can we all see the obvious signs and agree on proclaiming someone or something as overly acknowledged in comparison to its true value. How does one become overrated? It was perfectly logical to me that you have to actually accomplish something profound on certain level to even earn the chance of reaching the overrated status in the future.

I was wrong. After some additional thinking, many  public personalities came to my mind along with people from my  every day surroundings who seem to get credit for doing or representing something admirable while it’s really hard to pin down where does the appreciation come from. Take some university professors for example, we all catch ourselves looking at one of them holding a presumably important lesson, and thinking: how does this person even manage to tie their shoes or not leave the stove on and burn the whole building before leaving the house for work? Surprisingly, not only do they manage to master those basic functions (just to be clear, I am not mocking the basic functions here, I am admittedly very bad at those), but through (too much) ambition along with good connections they make up for the lack of intelligence and thrive in their academic careers and turn into respected, honored society  figures. It seems that they’ve skipped the ‘achievement’ phase and skipped right to the slimy bag of glorified valueless pieces and once you’re in there, it’s hard to get out. The lack of talent, skills or no of ability of critical thinking is easily recognisable, so why can’t we simply agree on forming the simple yes/no answer to a question: Is he/she/it overrated?

Once you spot one, there’s nothing left to do but to yell ‘You’re so overrated’ at them, right? As soon as you start yelling, in a split second they will shrink and go back to their cave of mediocrity, the one they shouldn’t come out of in the first place. Everything is in order, balance is reintroduced, the air seems fresher and cleaner.

Let’s move on, I am warning  you I’m about to get political in the following lines. The last few days have confirmed with a complete certainty that both Meryl Streep and the Obama family are overrated as hell (I can’t believe I actually agree with Trump on something, I hope it doesn’t become a habit). Watching the Hollywood crème de la crème putting on their best ‘this is so touching and I’m about to cry, life is so hard boo hoo’ faces during Streep’s Golden Globe speech made me laugh, feel second-hand embarrassment and worry at the same time. The thing I am concerned about is the fact that most of the people I know – smart, educated, progressive individuals recognized a heroic, revolutionary figure in a privileged, self obsessed Hollywood product.

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‘Cry Me a River’ performed by Meryl Streep

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate good movies no matter where they come from, Hollywood and its actors (Meryl Streep included) can’t and shouldn’t be ignored, there are so many I love and like to write/talk about… the thing I can’t stand is a public lecture from any of them taking a role of a moral vertical while giving just one of many ‘thank you for the award’ speeches. The part when she self righteously labeled a Pulitzer Prize winning investigative journalist Serge Kovaleski as poor, powerless man who can’t defend himself from Trump’s insults was the lowest point, just made me think: – How dare you? She probably meant well while making the statement, but the overall impression gives out the textbook example of the high horse attitude she adopted, it’s not even entirely her fault anymore.

Just when I thought the western media are done with endless ass kissing and eulogies for the actress mentioning her name in terms of a higher, heavenly being who is here to save us, the culmination of the Obama show hit me in the face. So, just to make it clear, here we are whining over a man who we watched for 8 years holding great speeches, never-failing at a role of a perfect family man, being incredibly eloquent and charming but at the same time continuously bombing the hell out of half of the planet, even more than publicly despised Bush Jr. did. This is not a conspiracy theory, these are cold hard facts and it’s no surprise that the weapon making industry has flourished under the Obama administration, although too many people are not aware of it.

Since 2009, the United States has approved arms deals worth some $200 billion—more than under any other presidency. The deals include sending Apache helicopters to Qatar, “bunker buster” bombs and cluster munitions to Saudi Arabia, and Hellfire missiles all over the place. Predicting an increase in weapons sales fueled by the war against ISIS, an unnamed American weapons manufacturing executive told Reuterslast year: “Everyone in the region is talking about building up supplies for 5 to 10 years. This is going to be a long fight. It’s a huge growth area for us.”

The love of war seems to be a constant between all American presidents but as long as you have the most influential media working in your favour, you go on talk shows singing, dancing and joking around, just pretending to be a regular dude, everything is forgiven.  I get it, a worldwide mourning is exemplified because of an orange simpleton who is about to replace him, but c’mon –  putting two trash cans next to each other doesn’t make the one on the left any less of a trash can just because the one on the right smells much worse.

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