Your society isn’t my society, Mrs Mizzi
Mrs Antonio Mizzi’s feelings have been hurt (well…) so she’s relieving herself on that very stylish medium for a 60-year-old politician: her Facebook wall.
You know, I wish I could define society for people like Mrs Mizzi, Carmen Ciantar’s husband and Magistrate Herrera, but I fear they just won’t get it.
Suffice it to say that their society is not my society. We move and have always done in two separate Maltas that never meet and with luck, despite plenty of crumbling around the edges, never will.
Mrs Mizzi and Carmen Ciantar’s husband don’t even know that my Malta exists, so they believe their Malta is the tops. Magistrate Herrera, because of exposure to it, knows it exists and keeps hammering at the door trying to get in, with limited luck.
Where I come from, their society is the demi-monde, and while you might occasionally venture in for fun or temporary distraction, you would never make it your life.
Mrs Mizzi and Carmen Ciantar’s husband make the tragic error of assuming that because they don’t see me at the same places with the same people, who they believe to be society, then I spend my life alone in some cave, shunned by their beautiful people.
They don’t have the imagination to see or understand that I am probably somewhere else entirely, with people who they don’t even know exist because they’re not on Facebook and were not at the latest wedding at the Montekristo estate.
I have never even been to the Montekristo estate. Mrs Mizzi held her daughter’s wedding reception there. Enough said. These people are (almost) insufferable and really bring out the Maggie-Smith-in-character in me.
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If Mrs. Mizzi is a size 12 then I must be size 6.
Yeah and my mum who’s slightly older than she is, is a size ten.
American size 12? (I believe that equates to European size 16.)
And I’m a pixie.
Careful. Toni Abela might overhear you.
Love the word ‘pathtitic’. Has it got something to do with tits?
People who talk so well about ‘ghira and hdura’ are usually the ones who practice ‘ghira and hdura’.
I’ve often wondered about life and how literally beautiful it is. Like night and day, there’s good and bad, way of the world, nothing we can do – by beautiful I don’t mean I love New York and shopping, Dubai and the Burberry things I could buy to make a statement and to make myself happier, it’s the other beauty I know that I am capable of seeing like character and not letting things get through to my deep skin.
Which reminds me…if people in the 90’s had such important chairmanships and roles, would they be ranting about ‘ghira and hdura’? Would they be contemplating on how beautiful life is? Is it important to do so?
Life is seriously beautiful yes, to those who can see what others do not. For those who can appreciate the beauty in themselves and what they are capable of doing, to be able to move on without contradicting themselves.
This literally is the beautiful meaning of life.
What gets to me is their bluff, lazy talk and utter lack of any educated, informed method of argument. Little do they know that the secret is to face reality with its challenges. That respect is earned not gained.
I’ve seen immigrants going about their menial tasks with loads more dignity and courtesy than they will ever have.
What they do instead is to insist on becoming a caricature of their wishful thinking, fragile and personal. Loud, brash, final turning static, snide and shrill on their way to middle age.
They are to all intents and purposes, mind numbingly boring, predictable, plasticky and set in preconceived notions. They do not have the mental instruments to innovate, appreciate change or select the good that comes from bad experience.
Facebook, designed for teens, gave them the legitimacy to reassurance, or so they think.
I seem to have missed what you think or thought of the Gonzi-Muscat debate, if you made time to watch its recording.
Just curious that’s all.
[Daphne – I haven’t watched it yet.]
Chavs.
Marelli, “la vita e’ bella”. Mur obsor hej.
Those of us who truly enjoy the “bella vita” do not feel the need to brag about it and post stupid photos on Facebook thinking that we are making others jealous, Mrs Mizzi.
Grow up, for heaven’s sake.
“La vita e’ bella.”
Having been unsuccessful with Gabriel Garko and Mario Balotelli, is she after Roberto Benigni now?
Marlene Mizzi, size 12?
That must have been in the good old days when Noel Arrigo came calling.
Mrs Mizzi has got her own website. Why does she make use of a Facebook wall which is so unprofessional?
I always thought you lived in a mental ghetto sustained by groupthink.
I never thought you would spell it out so clearly yourself, though.
[Daphne – Christ, Martin, you’re so tedious. EVERYONE sticks to the people they prefer. Life’s too short to waste time on people with whom you have nothing in common.]
True enough, but that is not what you said or implied, is it? Your implication is that “your society” is so far above “their society” that they are not even aware of it.
[Daphne – I did not imply anything of the sort. That’s your inferiority complex talking. I merely pointed out that it is entirely separate, and that – precisely because it is Marlene Mizzi who believes that the society in which she moves is the tops or the best or whatever – when she notices the conspicuous absence of people like me, she believes it is because we are the shunned rather than the shunning.]
I quote, “Where I come from, their society is the demi-monde, and while you might occasionally venture in for fun or temporary distraction, you would never make it your life.”
QED.
[Daphne – As I said, it is your inferiority complex talking. Some find the demi-monde to be better and more exciting. Mrs Mizzi is one of them. Jeffrey Pullicino is another. I might like the demi-monde too if they weren’t in it. But there you go.]
Nope – not convincing at all.
[Daphne – I’m not trying to convince you, Martin. I really don’t give a damn what you think. See post above. Also, I don’t flirt, which is what you’re doing here in that perverse way some strange men have. So please b**ger off to some (desperate) tart’s Facebook page.]
The Facebook comments to Marlene’s post are so very entertaining. Here’s one.
Mary M. Attard Dear Marlene, i’ve watched you grow and bloom into a very normal person. That is what’s particular about you. Just stay as you are,u kif jghid il-Malti,’Halli l-bahar ihabbat’. Living in Rabat makes a difference. We are surrounded by lots of your kind,Thank God.
How does one bloom into a normal person, without first being some kind of freak?
Seems like Rabat produces lots of loonies.
Another brilliant Facebook comment. This lady who is speaking about ignorance managed to misspell 80 percent of what she wrote.
“Pauline Camilleri:Dik kolla ejra Marlene… tatix kas linjoranza ta min qallek ekk tfixklek…. kella bzon toqod i ir Rabat ghana arja pura dik kolla ejra ghax min qallek ekk mhux kappaci jasal fejn wasalt int…..god bless you and keeps you strong xxx”
But this one really takes the biscuit.
“Joseph Genovese:IGNORE THEM & KEEP CALM.ITS HER INTATION TO MAKES YOU FURIOS,DON’T PLEASE HER.BIL MALTI TPAXXIJIEX ISTMA F’S…..”
tatix kasom Defni ahna kolla mijek jien cicco u herry…:) proset dafni keep it up godblass ur best xxx XXx
I’ll try to speak their language, perhaps they’ll understand better.
Ja qabda hodor. inkom u sahara tal bahrija tejru al marlijn ax dik mara saxy. sebhitulna ir rabat u anda steel ha nejdlek. u jek tisma bija dijk ta antwarp xisima bhalissa………………e ijwa………an demel de mister andikun…..itelaha emm ha tija lidejat hijj!!!!!!!!!!! x ana bija rabtin hijjjj!!!!! kip it up marlijn hijjjj u god blass you xxxxxxxx
Re Montekristo: Am I right that some time ago someone said that this complex does not have any permits? And if I am right, what has MEPA done since then?
Size 12 – she must mean her feet.
“Loved by my family and respected by society.”
Whatever floats her boat…
Must be one hell of a big boat.
Size 12?
We have good news about the damaged steam turbine at the Delimara power station. Now, where is Eddy Privitera? The last time we heard from him was when he admired Mrs Mizzi’s flesh.
Dwardu ghadu rieqed.
You’re not just being called fat, old and big, my dear Mrs Mizzi, you actually are those things.
….. and a loner who thinks ‘life is beautiful’ from her Facebook world.
Dear Marlene,
Around 60 it’s hard to fight gravity, so best keep covered. And if you are a size 12, then I must be a size 6. And yes, I am 60.
If la vita è bella then why is she getting flustered?
Because she thinks life is beautiful from her Facebook world. The essential meaning of her life is her Facebook world because from there she can talk rubbish.
Why do you think people like Marlene Mizzi give Facebook the importance it doesn’t deserve? It gives them the opportunity to be the fools they really are without the need to justify it.
The silliest thing she wrote in that Facebook status thing is that she is proud to be from Rabat.
How can you be proud of something like that?
I hate it when these Maltese idiots proclaim their pride in relation to the locality they live in, or originally lived in. You should be proud of something you achieved. You could be proud of winning a race, for instance, or of obtaining a First Class degree.
George Carlin had something to say about this, if I remember correctly.
Proud to be from Rabat. What crap.
Maybe they should start extending this pride to a more specific degree. “Proud to be from Triq il-Whatever”, for instance – or “proud to live on the 3rd floor of a cheap apartment in Bugibba”.
Don’t shout it too loud M. Bormann, you’ll get Franco’s ego up sky high again. He’s so proud of his insignificant Form II ‘star student’ result.
Well, you can’t blame them, can you?
They’ve got nothing much to talk about. Except for a couple of Burberries.