Also, woa. I mean. Dude! Because I seriously had no clue about this. Seriously. You know when I decided to smoke this brand? When I was 16. I was in a cigarette shop with Linz (you'll notice most of my defining moements revolve around her him in some way) and I saw this brand and thought "If I ever take up smoking, that'll be the brand I smoke." Gitanes. I love the sound of the word, and the way it sounded like the kind of cigarette a bohémien would smoke. So when I decided to give this nicotine-as-a-cure-for-writer's-block thing a try, I didn't go for Marlboro, or any of the bigger brands. I went for Gitanes. And now this. Huh.
In other news, I saw Elton John doing a commercial for the Royal Mail on one of the English TV channels this weekend in the UK. He was so cute! I wanted to pick him up and pet him and call him George! :D
In 1996, Belgium was shocked by its biggest scandal since the Nijvel Gang: Dutroux. To make a long story short, Michel Dutroux kidnapped and sexually abused six girls aged between 10 and 17. Four were killed. The man investegating the case, Mr Conerotte, went to a spagetti party to raise money for the families of the murdered girls. (Sort of, I think. I'm hazy on details.) He was given a pen as a thank you for his work on the case.
He was subsequently taken off the case, because he appeared/could appear to be non-neutral. There wasa national outcry, climaxing in the Witte Mars (White March) of 300,000 people on Brussels. In the weeks that followed, there were a number of mini white marches, a lot of them by students andschool children, one of them at my school.
I didn't go. I didn't go, because I didn't agree with what seemed to be the central reason for the marches -- not children's rights or the cleansing of the juridical system (both of which Iagreed with) but a protest again the "Spagetti arrest" as it was called. Because I areed that yes, Conerotte endangered his (appearance of) neutrality, and dammit, this could've been cause for going to the Human Rights Court, where the (still to happen) trail would be revoked (or whatever it's called) and either Dutroux would walk free, or the trail would have to be redone, no doubt causing the parents more agony and pain.
I didn't go, but I didn't just stay home, either. I went to school and spent the day reading and doing random stuff there, with the five or so others who'd turned up. Because I wanted to make it clear that I wasn't just staying home because I was lay. I was not going for a definite reason. (And even though I stood behind my decision all the way, it still stung like a bitch when I read the little message pinned to the board in one of the classes, about how people like me, whose reason was prevailing over their emotions, were unfeeling and evil and bsaically just sa bad as Dutroux. But that's a rant for another day.)
So there you have it. The story of my first real political statement.
(Edit: Also! Simon/Garfunkel? *glares at breathlessgin* Grrrr.)