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GF8 Transgender: communication experiment

This post ain’t about Gf (Big Brother)8 trasgender participant (beautiful-lady-Bambi-eyes-super-smart-much-more-womanish-than-me-screw-her called Silvia). If you ended up on this post lookin for her, well, too bad for you. This post is in fact a serious meta-communication experiment. There is a nice tool called BlogStats, on WordPress, that mainly tells you how many clicks does your blog get every day, and which Tags ( which is the XXI millenium name for “keywords”) are the most frequently searched in the Net.  Checking out my BlogStats I found out that the second “top post” ever has been M’s one on the Italian Big Brother new ( and suprisingly smarter than usual) participants. Deepening the research, it came out that tags such as “GF” “Transgender” were often associated, in the websearch, to words such as “transgression”, “easy” and stuff like that.

So my little experiment will mainly consist in publishing this post, that says nothing at all about GF8 nor about transgenders, with the same tags M used for her post. After that I’ll just wait and check the BlogStats every two hours and let you know.

Now, you may think I’ve got nothing to do. From your point of view it could seem true.  I work for an association that gathers Radio and TV broadcasters from all over the Mediterranean and links them in the organisation of conferences, co-productions, festivals and so on. My job mainly consists in making sure that all of them are able to fly from their hometown to the place an  event is taking place (let’s say, Bucharest) and that they can enter the Country the event is settled in ( let’s say Romania) without being arrested for lack of Visa. After that I have to make sure they have a place to sleep in, one to eat at ( possibly not the same) and, sometimes, act a little like an idiot to make them laugh ( for example singing Adriano Celentano’s “Azzurro” in a restaurant in Alexandria, while wearing silly phones with a microphone as I was Britney Spears).  

In the last days I’ve been waiting to know if I gotta go to Romania and fight in person with Howard Jonhson’ General Manager for the bloody room release policy, after I’ve already spent last week doing that on the phone ( but in the end I guess that staring him in the eye and miming what i mean could help, since I’ve tried badly to let him understand me in english with no success and looks like Rumanian general managers have serious problem with the subject-verb-object concatenation).

Now, the thing is that my colleagues and I make every day huge efforts to make people understand the richness and the beauty of this Mediterranean enlarged world we live in. This blog as well is about that, and the idea that it has been visited mainly by jerks looking for sum hot stuff about Big Brother transgender, drives us nuts.

For this reason, this post is a very serious experiment about the avarage IQ of this blog’s visitors. I’m afraid to know the results. I’ll let you know.

  

GF8 trans-culturale e trans-gender…ma la trasgressione è il milanese simpatico!

“La casa non è un gioco”. Con questo slogan, un gruppo di giovani – pare appartenenti alla Fiamma Tricolore – ha preso di mira e danneggiato la “bolla” trasparente del Grande Fratello allestita a Ponte Milvio, a Roma, per il lancio dell’edizione 2008 (lunedì scorso, 21 gennaio) del Big Brother  in salsa italiana. In quella bolla erano stati rinchiusi, per un paio di giorni, tre candidati-concorrrenti in ballottaggio per l’ingresso. L’assalto ad una bolla…un’impresa donchisciottesca. Una guerriglia ancor più improbabile poiché condotta sul terreno  stucchevole e mediatizzato del Ponte dei Lucchetti.
Ma lo slogan mi intriga. La casa, anche quella del Grande Fratello, in effetti non è (solo) un gioco. Anche per chi non lo ritiene luogo di interessanti esperimenti antropologici, questo reality sicuramente amplifica modalità e messaggi, sdogana personaggi e comportamenti. E li serve alla tavola del pubblico famelico (la serata di apertura ha toccato punte di share del 44%…)
Quello che c’è lì dentro in qualche modo ci riguarda, anche se non ci rispecchia. E soprattutto non ci piace. E allora ben venga se gli (anacronistici) ever green del coatto romano, della bonazza napoletana, di Mamma Carmelina e Papà Filippo quest’anno sono accompagnati da un giovane barista brasiliano, un affascinante e poliglotta ingegnere libanese e una truccatrice transessuale risolta e serena. Dopo edizioni un po’ troppo sopra le righe, dove volgarità e ignoranza riempivano il vuoto di storie e personalità, quest’anno l’impressione è che si sia optato per un mix umano più garbato e sano, in cui la componente “altra” e “trasgressiva” è meravigliosamente normale.
La timidezza del brasiliano, l’eleganza e i congiuntivi perfetti del libanese e il sorriso pacato e materno del transessuale: in questo paese ancora imbrigliato in facili stereotipi, questi sono gli elementi davvero trasgressivi dello show 2008.
E per quanto mi riguarda – vénghino, vénghino, Ladies and Gentlemen!! – il milanese simpatico!
M.