Zidane’s dead, he retired the second he planted that headbutt into Marco Materazzi in the 2006 World Cup Final. He was France’s excuse as a nation: they were always able to point to him and pretend that their country wasn’t falling apart on racial faultlines; to the way he had won France its World Cup [...]
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Zinedine Zidane and France (and me)
Posted in People and me on February 11, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Langu
Posted in People and me on December 24, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Langu was a black woman my age from South Africa who I worked and lived with for three months on a campsite in the U.S., then we separately went back home and I didn’t see her again.
I’ve had people in my life who I’ve liked, and people I’ve felt comfortable around, but very few people [...]
…Salman Rushdie and me
Posted in People and me on December 3, 2008 | 2 Comments »
There isn’t really a Salman Rushdie and me in the same way that there is a Lauryn Hill and me, or a Barack Obama and me. I’ve only read three of his books, and one, The Satanic Verses, I wasn’t all that impressed with (but you can’t buy that kind of publicity, hyuk hyuk). I [...]
Lauryn Hill and me
Posted in People and me on November 16, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I’m torn. I don’t believe anyone in the last ten years in any spheres has ever had the same depth of wisdom that Lauryn Hill put into her songwriting but then I contrast the truth, beauty and clarity of her words with the undoubted inner hurt and hatred of her behaviour over the last ten [...]
Barack Obama and me
Posted in People and me on November 1, 2008 | 2 Comments »
We’ve been through this a year ago in Australia, when we found out that however ‘young’ and new politics a politician presents himself (in this case it’s just ‘himself’ and not ‘her/himself’, the political scene being one of the surest indications that women are still second-class citizens)… in the end he turned out to be [...]
David and me
Posted in People and me on October 27, 2008 | 3 Comments »
He got a girlfriend late last year, and then I went away for the summer and only gave my parents and everyone around me a week’s notice, confirming to the world or at least to him and a few others my eternal flakiness, my unfathomability, which if I were younger, richer or more famous could [...]
