Author: Sam Mansoor
Publiceret i Dagbladet Information 4. marts 2021.
Popkultur er et vidnesbyrd om, hvor en region står kulturelt. I den arabiske verden er popkulturen stadig begravet i længsel, nostalgi og ikke mindst harmløs underholdning. Hvis der skal ske alvorlige forandringer, skal popkulturen være vulgær, ikke stueren.
#MeToo skabte en debat om såkaldt toxic masculinity. Men mænd gør sig en bjørnetjeneste, hvis de løsriver sig fra deres maskulinitet. Den patriarkalske mand vil altid vinde fodfæste hos den typiske kvindes hjerte frem for den bløde mand, selv iblandt yngre millennials.
Vestlige medier har sammen med nydanske debattører travlt med at tale om Mellemøsten via islam. Jeg sidder tilbage med en fornemmelsen af, at det er umuligt at beskæftige sig med Mellemøsten, uden at islam kommer til at dominere. Men sådan burde det ikke være.
Røgen fra en American Spirit cigaret stiger til loftet. Den sorte pakke. Sort som nattens vildnis der er hjertet af hans filmunivers. David Lynch fyldte 70 år i går, et aldrende ikon som ånder sin filmkunst i skyggesiden af Hollywood.
For the first time in my life I feel I can’t spot the horizon. I have a sense of the path I left behind but in some profound way I need guidance. I’m at a crossroad. It’s exciting and it’s scary.
A woman simply is, but a man must become. This quote, and bold declaration, belongs to Jungian analyst Camille Paglia.
It was a summer day. There was a light breeze and the sky had a color so sharp, it could cut glass. You were wearing a colorful summer dress in a floral pattern. It heralded the warmth and everything living around us. The soft wind danced with your hair — as though it didn’t wanted to escape it. Everything wanted to be close to you. Even I. Then autumn came. And the idea of “we” deteriorated like the leaves on the trees.
There’s that decisive point in your life—well, apart from gravity hitting your lower chin, the wrinkles growing more crisp, and you’re short of breath much more often—you realize you’re becoming like your father.
It’s the late 60’s. A shift in the tide arise – a tide signalling a tsunami that would flush away everything that once was, this tide of awareness flushed over Western society. Women had enough. The troubled boy had enough. Everyone had enough. It’s war time and everyone zips up their uniform and preps for a fight – a fight that’s fought, and has been fought to this day.