Lately, I have seen some things on TV that are pretty strange.
Take Adam Lambert’s performance at the American Music Awards for example. The blatant simulations of various sexual acts was just unwarranted and unnecessary. No wonder many parents freaked out. Can’t one enjoy some good old American music without the “in your face sex?”
Yesterday, I stumbled on a “reality show” on MTV. At first, I wasn’t really paying attention till I saw three boys barely out of their teens kissing and making out. At bedtime, two boys went off to their room and one was left alone. So he promptly brought a fourth person into the group the next day so he won’t have to sleep alone. Apparently they are in a polyamorous relationship. And this girl…. she had a boyfriend and a girlfriend at the same time. I have never seen anything like that in my life.
I am huge admirer of Oprah Winfrey and Tyler Perry. So, when I heard that they were involved in the movie “Precious”, I decided that I had to see the movie. Luckily, a friend of mine who had seen my exuberant posts on Facebook let me know she was going to watch the movie with a friend. Off we went to watch Precious. The only words I spoke after the movie were: Pretty intense.
Over the last two days, I have read many articles about the movie and have been quite puzzled by the criticism that the movie has drawn. A lot of the commentary has centered on racial stereotypes and the way the movie demeaned the idea of black American life. Not that I know much about black American life, but I think nobody should expect a movie to be completely factual or accurate.
I like the ending though: Precious takes her destiny in her own hands and doesn’t allow her predicament to define her.
I just woke up up in the windy city. The last 24 hours have been exhilarating. I had just spent a greater part of the day in a big American city and I loved it. I kept saying to myself that I could live here. My friends Kola from Nigeria, Reham from Egypt, Audrey from France, and I left campus in Edwardsville around 10:30 pm on Thursday to St Louis where we had dinner and a nice conversation about french kissing, french maids, french fries, french leave and also about love, heartbreaks, marriage, champagne and wine.
Chris, our American friend gave us a ride to Union Station in St Louis and stayed for dinner. Before dinner, we made a quick stop by the Hard Rock cafe where we met a “strange” lady who fascinated by the head covering of Reham who is Muslim kept on blaberring about how women in Germany and other places couldn’t vote until recently. Audrey from Europe burst out in a hearty laugh at this statement. She thought it was a joke but the woman was dead serious. The bus left Union Station at 1:15 am and reached Chicago five long hours later. The 5 hours were very long indeed. I thought I could get some sleep on the bus but the seats were quite uncomfortable for me.
The first thing we did on getting to Chicago was to locate a Starbucks which was very easy to do since there seems to be a Starbucks store at every corner in Chicago. After breakfast, we hit the streets. We wandered aimlessly at first trying to find our bearings, bought a couple of maps and finally went to the Art Institute. From the Art Institute we had lunch right across the street where the waitress was a sweet African-American lady who had done some research into her ancestry. She didn’t get very far but at least she tried.
The highlight of the day was the Sears Tower now called the Willis Tower and its Sky deck a glass box hanging out from the building on the 103rd floor where you get an aerial view of the city. Not for the faint heart! Next we had to find the student hostel. Easier said than done! Try to find a place that has multiple names, is not referenced on the map and let me know how it goes. We did finally find the hostel. In many places, this hostel would be called a hotel. May be I am exaggerating, but at the very least it should be called a motel! It’s clean and spacious with 5 star hospitality.
And so, here I am the following day, much rested, my hurting back from riding on the bus and carrying my backpack all over the city feeling better. I am fired up, ready to go.