Sunday, 21 April 2013

Preference vs Prejudice


Prejudice is an unjustified or incorrect attitude (usually negative) towards an individual based solely on the individual’s membership of a social group. The extent in which we draw discrimination as prejudice is sickening.

 After reading a blog about the risks of having multiple partners and a DMC (Deep Meaningful Conversation) with my ex yesterday, I learned a few things prejudice and the conflict of interest between this sole wing of resentment and what I want and choose for myself.

 Preference is liking one thing or one person better than others. This could simply translate into favouring one over the other, the right, power, or opportunity of prior choice or claim. There are a number of things which I prefer over a lot. I could probably list a million things and people if dared, but I will leave that for another topic.

 Where was I? Oh! Ok, about the blog I read. This told me about someone appreciating and enjoying dating two people at the same time and ironically he was said to be a serial dater. Funny. I read through this story with my jaw on the flaw: deception, lies, betrayal, risks, unfaithfulness. Holy word!!

 I took a step back and tried to compartmentalize this complex story but sauce it up a bit with the racial debate my ex and I had just had. Before I get into trouble with anyone, I would like to advise you to stop reading right now if you are sensitive and decide to be hostile to dating across racial lines and different classes.

The reason I opted to use the word prejudice is because it gets to a lot of people and has become a borderline excuse for everyone who would like to conflate racial and social issues: from gender, sexuality and social classes. Some people argue these issues even when they know they are not ethical to their conscience. Don't shoot me but I still see them as very conflicted, if not extremely.

 I just took another break and laughed at the fact that I'm not really telling the story I want to share, but I am accusing people for being prejudice at my own expense. Ok, I have once upon a time been in a multi-racial relationship but everything had to end because of the heavy cultural and religious differences. Contrary to what people would anticipate, it was not because of the stares or remarks people made or the pressure of living up to anything. I have a clear conscience about all my decisions and I was not conflicted about it.

 My relationships are often fun and naughty but dating across racial line, classier individuals, learned and simple but well groomed (PS: Class isn't wealth) always makes me feel desirable, masculine and yet vulnerable, empty of neediness and full of yearning. I believe these are all characteristics of what alpha males can argue are found in all races and social classes. As mentioned in one of my blogs, I am a cross-breed of a township boy with great panache, a naïve rural boy with a voracious interest in new ideas and big city hunter with a clean mental sword searching for meals. With all of that I can confidently say I am a decent person who deserves better, and maybe the best.

 My argument of preference versus prejudice has been brought about by every question being about prejudice in rainbow relationships. There are some things we aren't presenting well to our social relationships. I always argue that we can say anything and everything to a person but HOW you say it will always make an impact. I have been in a space where I was made to feel black, poor and totally not worth anything but sensual mystery revelations. I don't want to get into that chapter because I would have to lay our my karma-sutra moves. I will just say I know a good thing when I see it, and I know how good it is when I get it from a genuine sender.

 As African kids, (correct me if I'm wrong) we were encouraged to look out for each other, respect and learn more than we are advised to be individuals and look out for the oneself. With this I'm trying to give you an insight into the setting of the basic cultural norms which in each of us develop the being and the interactive personality. With me from the dusty rural patches of Maseru where we'd run behind a car just because there was a white person inside, the idea of difference in my case has a history of fascination and the stereotyped "better".

 My ex grew up in Argentina and New York and the most difficult part of our relationship was developing a common ground i.e "Launch Pad". One of us was just too full of nonsense and the other would never bring themselves to admit that they have to be the earthing cable. Was I building a house on prejudice or denial?

 Then I draw preference out of everything. I made a decision NOT to go back to the whole racial jungle as I PREFER the darker berries because of our common basics. Don't get me wrong, I still find white, indian and coloured people attractive, very seductive and arousing too. LOL.

 Prejudice aside, we had normal fights that I couldn't stand. I could not take the "who was that on your phone? Where are you?" And the fights that came there after when it would be just someone from work on the phone rehashing office stress as much as to reiterate the misery of one person stealing our joy.

 I was tired of worrying about my phone when I'm in the shower just not to aggravate the person who is supposed to have faith in me. It got to a point where I thought the inability to trust and respect could be intertwined with the inability to keep assistants at work. The weak and disgusted smiles that were given to my friends also got to them as prejudice.

Right now, I just want to stick to what works for me, it is preference NOT prejudice.

Monday, 8 April 2013

Operation Cape Town Jazz 2013

Who knew it would take such a short weekend to fill so many empty hours? I did, or would have normally. I just want to hit a mini intro about this weekend. I promise if this weekend was recorded we wouldn't run presidency even if we bribed God Himself.

The buzz of the Easter weekend was just not working for me, I was a...nticipating my long weekend in the Mother City. As a poor man who really loves traveling and firsts, I was looking forward to what seemed like a weekend with Jill Scott and thousands of other fans from other parts of Africa.

On Thursday night, the eve of the Jazz kick off, we all made way to Mpeo's house to spend the night as she lives closer to the airport and we had an early flight (don't be fooled by the idea of excitement, early flights are more economic) to CT. She served Vodka and amazing ambiance for love and laughter to fuel us up for our first trip in 2013. We drank, we sang and we passed out.

About five alarms went off and I got lost in what felt like a trance if not a coma. 4 o'clock. These semi-awake people ordered me to be the first person to shower...isn't that insane? I put my foot down and Didi had no choice but to lead by example. Eventually, we all showered and made way to Lanseria airport. I really hate it, but my only consolation was the memory that Lady Gaga had landed there when she had her show in Jozi. Not bad for a tiny airport which I still think was an old white man's landing patch in the 1960s.

I have weird friends who get really moody when they have a hangover, but I'm always able to handle them, regardless. Superman. It was really crowded that morning, the route between Jhb & Cape Town was surely the highlight for every airline, right across economy to business class. Densely packed with commuters than any other show (I assume, hello! It was the Jilly from Philly weekend). Still, I knew immediately when I got onto that plane that it would be more eventful than usual. More intimate than the norm. As if there was something almost tangible moving along the passengers.

Or perhaps it was more that there was something in our half-closed eyes, or in the shine and slow-sliding silent question on people's lips, than anything physical about the aircraft itself. There was an energy, a revealing and pulling and nostalgic wallow. But all of that wasn't important, what mattered was the mind-blowing FACT I knew I was ready for the weekend, we were ready to have fun on the other side of the country. The most cosmopolitan city in South Africa, with friends and Jill Scott.

I stopped myself from flirting with someone on board because I didn't want any of us to have false expectations followed by horrible disappointments. My intransigent attitude towards awkward moments of lust always cloud my judgment and throw me off about people. Don't get me wrong, I haven't lost faith. A short commute often mitigates the effectiveness of non-verbal communication, that too worked for me. LOL.

Almost two hours later we landed and I was in full colour and ready for a good time. Didi lived in the Cape for eight years before moving up to Jhb (mainly to be closer to me) so maneuvering through the airport right through to the hotel was a breeze. With a little tour guide showing and I spotted Ogilvy Cpt (this is where I will be a MD in 2017) and a few other places. It was like her home coming picnic and our very own "chaperon". We were a bit early for check-in and we were left to hang around the foyer of the hotel for about 10 minutes which also felt like another 3hrs because we were exhausted, remember we had been drinking the previous night.

After settling in and freshening up we headed out for lunch at Gourmet Boerie (If you love classy stuff you probably saw the place on Top Billing last week) and it really lived up to the expectations. Sonia, from BOSS Models joined us for lunch and she unconsciously crushed my dream of becoming an underwear model before 30. I'm not going to get into that, it is a sensitive topic *covers face*. She is really a bubbly and sharp petite woman with a commercial personality. I still think she would blend in well with the Jhb people in her industry, our field of hussle. She loves her job.

Later at the Cape Sun where Jill Scott had to arrive at 14:30 I was shocked to walk into the media pit and found my former colleagues. I found out that Meropa Communications (2nd largest PR firm in RSA, where I was a intern for a short period) had the #CptJazz2013 Media account. My former fellow intern handled the account and this meant...wait for it....FREE VVIP tickets to every stage at the Jazz. Errr!! Not. Long story short, it didn't happen. LOL

Unfortunately Jill Scott wasn't arriving at the mentioned time anymore. Mpeo was almost suicidal. I have this theory that life is really just one big game show, this means we had to move to a better place and make the best of Friday night in that town, a different town... My emo girls and I made way to Neighbourhood on Long Street. This is a mixed breed of Melville, Brooklyn Design Square, Centurion Stones and maybe a bit of Cubana but in 1920. We got the best seats and had complete view of the room...

*to be continued... I'm really tired, got to nap*

*unedited version