Me am Chic. You Tarzan?
There’s a big fair on at the moment, apparently, “for the ladies”.
It’s called Me Am Chic, presumably because the ladies are barely literate and speak like the loin-cloth-wearing hero who at least had the excuse of not having had a proper education in the jungle.
You know, female = bird-brain. No wonder I’m so often hallmarked as a freak: a ‘lady’ who can speak and write coherently, and what’s more, in public.
It’s being billed as paradise for the ladies. How patronising, and what’s more, there aren’t any gorgeous men on the stalls, just more and more ladies, which makes it paradise for ladies who like other ladies, but only the sort who actually shave their legs and wear make-up.
And the ladies, it seems, are the Jerseylicious sort. Look at this bit from the report in The Times:
The most innovative part of this year’s Expo is the National Nail Competition where Malta’s nail technicians are getting the chance to participate in a professional competition which exposes their talent on a national level.
The competition is held on multiple levels and disciplines to give an equal opportunity to all nail techs at any level to participate and win the grand prize which will take them to the UK to participate in one of the biggest nail expos in the world.
Mrs George Abela and Mrs Lawrence Gonzi visited the fair, on the understanding that they, too, are ladies. We’re all ladies together, girls! We all love make-up. And gel nails.
The organisers have no sense of style. It would have been far more fun if they had invited the President and the Prime Minister and given them a gel nail demo. They might even have appreciated the break from their usual tiresome routine, and the ladies might have appreciated the sight of some men in a hall full of other ladies (my idea of hell, like being back at school but with foundation and lipstick).
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Did the most feminist party in Malta particpate in this fair as well?
More to the point: Did Joseph Muscat’s wife throw a wobbly because she was not given the same coverage as Mrs Abela and Mrs Gonzi?
Funny you mention this fair. An aquaintance was telling me about a ‘surreal’ birthday party his child was invited to this morning. It was held at the fair, of all places, but he left after a few minutes since he naturally felt slightly out of place…..
Thank you! Finally a lady with some sense. That’s precisely what I’ve been saying all along but I’ve been getting strange stares from a number of people.
At least my husband seems to appreciate me as a true woman as he agrees with me that there’s much more to a woman than beauty and bimbos.
Call it a Fashion Fair but please do not equal it to a Woman’s Fair. There are many more dimensions to a woman than botox and make-up.
A friend also told me that the only bookstall present was selling solely bumper packs of Fifty Shades of Gray.
It’s Grey actually.
The English as opposed to American spelling.
I hope her follow up is The Pavement by the Harbour.
Talking of botox, was Jeffrey manning a stand there?
U ejja tghaggibhiex – a lady who can read and write coherently in public – you’re not the only one you know. You are good, but one of an ever increasing number.
You sound like Franco Debono and his ‘only-gay-in-the-village’ attitude – and before the Rt. Hon. screams at me for calling him gay – it’s a series on BBC Franco, called Little Britian.
You’re way off base, Spiru. The lady is unique.
Go on then, name a few. ‘An ever increasing number’? Hardly. I’d like to know who you had in mind, if anyone at all.
You sound boring. Maltatoday have a comments section. Why don’t you go there?
I expected a post like this as soon as I heard the advert on the radio.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwC7ph9FD54
I’m as feminine as the next girl but, hey, treating us a gang of semi-literate spendthrifts who are only interested in dolling themselves up is insulting to the extreme.
And how can they even start to think it’s paradise for women if Daniel Craig is not in attendance?
Now I’ll stop typing lest my 6-inch nails fall off.
Please. This is just as insulting as the women boardroom quotas.
“Me am” and “me likes” is Maltese Facebook speak which I find unbearably irritating.
Another is addressing everybody as a “Hon” or, worse still “hun”.
I am pretty sure that only forty-something Maltese women speak and write like this.
Are they not blaming the education system for producing illiterate graduates?
How utterly boring and stereotypical. I would have thought that the “mara tad-dar” was grappling with the water and electricity bills rather than the myriad of treatments on offer.
As an aside however, the nails are a dead giveaway as to whether a client is as broke as she says she is. So at least, those horrible fake nails serve a purpose.
Nahseb mhux GonzPN qeridna: jekk tghodd kemm trid tonfoq biex tkun mara mittelkless, bil-perms, b’li tizbogh xaghrek, bin-nail technician, bil-waxing, bil-mejk up, bil-hwejjeg u zraben li trid tixtri . . . x’ma tiekolx pizza flok stejk.
Kisra hobz biz-zejt u bicca ncova (imqarsta f’xi certfikat jew diploma), tigik irhas!
Sometimes you can be so cruel, Daphne.
Why did you leave out Joseph and Jason from the gel nail demo scenario?
I’m sure they would enjoy it more than the President and the Prime Minister.
My thoughts exactly.
They can go to ‘Me am Chic’, wear Gucci, Vuitton, R. Lauren, for as much as they please, but they will never kill the chav instinct inside them.
In simple and plain english: working class they will always be, no matter what.
Well, actually there is room for improvement. They should start offering a Vajazzles next year (you know, ‘fashion’ takes an extra year to arrive in Malta compared to the UK).
They should also offer a free red sparkly one to the then Mrs Prime Minister Michelle Muscat to show how feminist she is.
I went to the fair and actually enjoyed myself.
I am also a university lecturer (yes, Daphne now you can say that not all lecturers are of a good standard – we all know what your comments are like).
[Daphne – What I will say is that your defensiveness indicates that no, you are not a university lecturer but merely somebody who picked an impressive intellectual pursuit out of a hat, while being somehow involved with the fair.]
The fair was of no insult to women. I really can’t see why you have to pick on such a fair to show your so called feminism and then you tell everyone on your blog about your pathetic pedicures where you listened to Enya. I suppose if it was organised by the PN you would have put a banner on your bidnija house to advertise it.
[Daphne – Maria, if you expect people to actually believe you teach university students, try to write a little…differently.]
“your pathetic pedicures where you listened to Enya.”
Seems to me, that mixed up people, are all so against Enya and her genre of music. Switch on some Electronica, dear.
[Daphne – I don’t listen to Enya. Jeffrey Pullicino does.]
I can’t see why i should write differently in a blog, which apart from being full of hate, is utterly pathetic. In your blog all the PN does is glorified and if someone dares to oppose the perfect PN, he is vilified. This would apply not only to him but to his family, friends etc. You are so full of hate you can’t let people live and enjoy an innocent thing like a beauty fair.
……..and yes I am a university lecturer whether your pathetic self believes it or not.
[Daphne – Oh, I find it all too easy to believe. If the University of Malta permits the graduation of individuals who can’t write, then what are the odds that those graduates have been taught by people who can’t write either?]
Gejja bir-rubbish din ghax Univerity Lecturer.
This is a country in need of wisdom, and of clearly reasoned vision, Maria.
And that, is the reason behind this blog, to save people from themselves and to detoxify stupidity. The context is a bit different, but the statement that Willy Loman made to his sons in ‘Death of a Salesman’ keeps coming to mind: “The woods are burning boys, the woods are burning.”
In a society confronted by political conflicts, “the woods are burning,” and since we need Daphne’s contribution in putting some of these political fires out, there is no reason to indulge in personal attacks against Daphne.
You may be a university lecturer but you are seriously resistant in criticism.
A few years ago, I began to look at carpenters and other artisans as the emotional model for writers like say Daphne.
A carpenter, let us say, makes a door for a cabinet. If the door does not hang straight, the carpenter does not say, “I will not change that door; who cares if it will not close?” Instead, the carpenter removes the door and works on it until it fits. That attitude, applies here. Daphne divulges into correctness and truth.
If we thought more like carpenters, people like yourself, could find a route out of the trap of ego and vanity and reason with that thing in between your ears, whether you are a university lecturer or not, that is insignificant and a different matter altogether.
Nice post. Eddy Privitera, read and learn.
Let me say this. These long, painted nails are nothing but a hindrance to efficiency, especially where computers are in use.
How the hell can a woman type having nails much longer than the keys she’s typing on?
“How the hell can a woman type having nails much longer than the keys she’s typing on? ”
Those women don’t work or type. They’re just there for their sweet faces.
Thank God someone finally spoke up about this. When I read the name of the fair I did a double take and wondered what they were really trying to do with the broken English.