Borat

i should just say right off the bat that I loved the movie. sorry…but I did. It was outrageous and WRONG, but it got its point across. have you seen it?

you know what part keeps playing over and over in my head?

the whole high society dinner scenario and the pastor at the table. and how he got up and excused himself when the prostitute walked in the house. i totally understand it – and technically things were ridiculous that whole night so he might have just thought the whole thing was out of hand BUT the connotation was of course that it was a situation that he didn’t want to be near.

This PISSES me off. Even the whole preface of the movie and how we all act like we’re above the “disgusting” humor. It’s all a farce. Trying to be something we’re not. Or something that we think we should be. I mean what would have happened if the pastor had held out his hand and said “nice to meet you so and so…please have a seat” ?

when that lady got up from the table and went and taught him how to wipe his ass – i seriously thought for a second that she was gonna rise above it all. she kind of did…for a second. I was so let down when they behaved as they were expected to. i know they were pushed, but still.

this kind of human to human injustice makes my blood boil and makes me shake my head with disappointment. i know i’m guilty of it too. it makes me sick and sad.

it’s weird that i don’t get heated about larger injustices – it’s the everyday kind that I can’t handle. or i guess i should say that i’m most ashamed of committing myself.

here’s a curiously appropriate quote from my fav magazine [Oprah of course]:

“The great secret…is not having bad manners or good manners…but having the same manner for all human souls: in short, behaving as if you were in Heaven, where there are no third-class carriages, and one soul is as good as another.” -George Bernard Shaw