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Temptation Experience - The ShowAfter the hurried talk we were herded out of the room and through an area that felt more like a work site than anything. And then, we finally stepped into the studio. The audience was already waiting in the middle section of a small group of seats. And the set was not quite as I remembered it (I assume it is changed a bit from year to year) and was much smaller than it appears on TV. I’d just sat down when I was told that I was on the first show of the year and got up to take my place in the champions seat – if I was not quite so overwhelmed I would have noticed my name in front of one of the seats. One of the other guys from the bus, Jay, was also up first. We sat in our seats whilst they checked the camera shots of us and adjusted our hair and make up. I needed a dose of bronzer as my skin is so pale. Jay reflected that this was the last time he was going to look this good as he was just going to get older and he was in make up. I observed that it was probably the last time that it would be appropriate for him to wear make up as well. To which he responded, “Not necessarily, I’m from I reflected that whilst one of the previous grand champions, Sunil, had commented in his SMH article that the set seemed cheap and make of ply wood, it seemed fine. Comfortable and finished enough with screens to change graphics and some sort of Perspex contraption in the box behind where Ed stands to make up the background. (Whilst there I finally realised that the set is made up of a series of boxes with the finalists prizes in them and one section that has a screen for most of the show and reveals the giftshop when a contestant answers the giftshop question correctly. I think they’re meant to resemble old-fashioned shop-fronts, but I’m still not sure what the box behind Ed is meant to be). We then went around the corner from where we were to be seated to be escorted in by “the models.” We all got to have a bit of a chat to the male model (who as per Zoolander was ridiculously good looking and very petite!) who was talking about how he is getting into presenting on a travel show – I want his job! I had to go in twice, I’m not entirely sure why but I think it may have had something to do with a miss-read autocue. Also the first time I realised that I could hardly hear Ed and Livinia, they were just talking at normal volume and I was the other side of a room with a cheering audience in the background. I had no idea what they were saying about me except something about politics. I deliberately didn’t put too much on my profile about politics, except that if I couldn’t be a trophy wife (plan B), I would like to be the first female PM (plan C). The second time around I noticed they had also included some off the cuff half-serious comment I’d made about Monty Python and Oscar Wilde… oh well. Jay I noticed they mentioned was into lots of sports and wanted to write his own song and Trish, the final contestant was some sort of web developer and had eloped to For the first round of questions, I felt like things were moving really really quickly and was a little overwhelmed. I can’t remember if I tried to push the buzzer or not, but didn’t get any questions in and then Trish won the first gift shop – an Apple Air Book. Awesome prize and she didn’t think twice about taking it. In the second round I managed to get a few questions in and was even in the lead for a while, before winning the first “who am I?” which was pop-singer Rhianna. A lucky guess, but as it was a recent singer and I think I finally buzzed in after they mentioned a song that I vaguely recognised as hers, it was an educated guess and correct one. In keeping with the pop music theme (Amy Winehouse had got me 5 points earlier), I chose Madonna on the Famous Faces board and got the lock out. A bit disappointing as both the people next to me seemed pretty decent an I’m not actually competitive enough to go out of my way to prevent some one else from winning. I chose Trish as she seemed to be on a role, although I think Jay ended up getting all of the following questions. Again our scores went up and down, with me getting in early on some questions, being the only one to know others (I came in late on the Queen Victoria question, because my first through was Queen Mary II) and bummed out on another one. I think that R will never tire of telling me that SMS is short message system, not silent. Never the less, I then managed to get the question for the next giftshop. It was a holiday to There were a few more questions and I was ahead when it came to the Vault. For those not in the know, the Vault is where you get to sacrifice $15 and when you press the buzzer, the computer randomly generates an amount between $1 and $10,000 which the player gets to keep as prize money. It was a real dilemma for me. And then… there was a huge break whilst they fixed up some technical difficulties. I tried to get R’s attention to see what to do, every one kept telling me to take it. I wasn’t sure – did I want to win or did I want money or could I get both? I finally got R’s attention and he nodded at me. I still wasn’t sure. And in the end… I took it. It didn’t quite register for a while that I had won almost $8k in cash. I missed the next few questions, I think that’s where I bombed out on a question about a book with “six stones” in the title, thinking it was the new Indiana Jones movie, and then just wasn’t fast enough in the final 60 second round. The final 60 second round also threw me a bit as the other fast money rounds were only 20 seconds, so it felt like it was going on for an eternity. So in the end… I lost. Trish won and poor Jay, who is actually a really lovely, intelligent guy got a pen. We were hurried off the set and had to sign off on a sheet which listed our prizes, with Ed and Livinia very pointedly thanking us on the way out. We were seated in time for the final shots showing off the grand prizes and also for Trish to answer her final 10 questions for the cash jackpot and deciding to return the next night. She did really well! And I forgot to mention that she had actually appeared on I immediately resolved to reapply for Temptation so I could have another shot now I had experienced it once (although I have to wait for two years after the airing of my show – which will be the 1 December 2010). I stand corrected...So I previously bagged Springborg for coming up with the giving people free transport if they swipe off between 6am and 7am or 7pm and 8pm. I didn't like it because to me it was thinking too small - we do need more transport infrastructure all over the state - we'd be getting a lot of free loading students getting into uni early and staying until late and once again I wouldn't benefit and would have to pay for every one else getting a free ride (as Milton Friedman says, "there's no such thing as a free lunch" or in this case train fare).
Last night I got to speak with the candidate running in my area and apparently party polling indicates that the initative is actually quite successful. Once again I mistake Joe Public's response.
So I'm not too proud to say that perhaps I was premature in bagging the policy. If you're every not sure what to cook for Dinner...http://comics.com/cheap_thrills/
I find the Cheap Thrills recipies quite good - I first found out the chef responsible knows how to make a wicked Saltimbocca with a very simple recipe a few years back The Temptation Experience – Getting Ready to FilmOnce at the studio we were given our own dressing rooms in the ‘artists’ section of the studios. For some reason I noticed the names “Millsy and Angela” on my door. I knew it wasn’t me as none of the other contestants had a name on their door and when my make up was being done I noticed one colour kit was labelled “The Mint.” Apparently the last episode of The Mint was shot on the weekend – which I mentioned to R as he loves that show. I have to say it has amused me a lot when I get home late after a big night out. I just don’t get a broner from Millsy. Once we’d arrived we got shuffled into the “Image” Department. In front of a room of mirrors with lights all around them, I had the dark circles under my eyes and the blotches on my cheeks covered up, my make up applied flawlessly and my hair styled by a woman who did hair styling for Neighbours longer than most stars were on the show. Whilst waiting for a friend to be made up, one of the girls started reading the trivia questions from a paper. “How many horsemen of the apocalypse were there?” “Four!” I blurted out, forgetting that I shouldn’t seem too smart or self-assured in front of the other contestants. But I still managed to get her other trivia questions correct. They were heaps easier than the Qantas Magazine (which is some of the hardest Trivia I’ve seen to date). Whilst in there a petite blonde woman rugged up in a jumper and scarf came in and talked very familiarly with all the hair and make up girls. She was later joined by a tall brunette woman and a guy who was cute in a little school boy sort of way. They guy kept looking at me, which made me worry that there was something going wrong with the make up or that he was freaked out at a larger sized person in a workplace which seemed to boast a lower than average BMI (but not an unhealthy one by any standard). Although in retrospect I was probably spending a bit of time looking at the blonde woman wondering who she was. I realised later that she was Livinia Nixon, the show’s hostess and the other two were the models from the show! My bad – they just seemed quite unassuming and fairly ordinary rather than like well heeled celebrities. After being done up I headed back into my dressing room to chat to R and sign a contract which didn’t really have any surprises (except that I wouldn’t divulge the outcome of the show) and read through the rules. I also found out that the other woman from Qld, who I was sharing a dressing room with had previously been on a reality show (and won a substantial sum of money). Other contestants were in and out of each other’s rooms chatting and enjoying themselves. R kept commenting on how we were all extroverts and must be on a high – I thought I kept that part of me pretty much in check rather than letting it get too out of hand! Once we were all finally scrubbed and made up (the guys included), we headed into a small room to be debriefed by the outgoing contestant co-ordinator Jess, who was helping to hand over to the incoming co-ordinator Fiona. We were told that we had been selected as contestants who stood out in the auditions as people that viewers might relate to. We were supposed to enjoy the experience, take the cash if we were the leading point scorer and were offered the vault and not to bad the prizes as we were on commercial television and they were our sponsors (who obviously made it possible for us to be on telly). The contestant co-ordinators were introduced as being there to help and advocate for us. And that as we’d passed the quiz to get on the show, we should have no trouble answering 90% of the questions asked of us as they were a bit more simple to account for the fact that we would be under just a little bit of pressure. We would also have a bit of ambient noise to deal with from the audience, crew etc and we would have to listen carefully to Ed Phillips as he would only be speaking at normal volume from across the room. We were also instructed to be present and alert for the whole so and not to look down at the card in front of us with the names of the celebrities on the famous faces screen if we correctly answered the “Who am I?” question. Nifty idea as I had always wondered how the contestants remembered the names of the people on the board, as I didn’t know who half of them usually were. And on that note, we headed in to the studio where the set and audience awaited us. Some one in the audience asked the MC where Livinia got her dresses and if contestants had to wear their own clothes. Last year, after noticing some contestants looked fantastic and some contestants got their clothes from the sales rack at Rockmans (what can I say, I often remember garments), I figured that contestants were responsible for dressing themselves rather than having the services of an image department. Is Deficit a Dirty Word?There’s been a lot of talk about how the Federal government will pretty much be in deficit by the end of the reporting year, even if the budget is not. The NSW government is essentially bankrupt after overspending so much and now, apparently, I know that typically in hard times governments do think that they have to spend. It’s not a classical or neo-classical, it’s somewhat Keynesian and as such grates on my sensibilities (funny how many things are doing that lately). I find it funny that in the good times we do tend towards the more libertarian theories of economics and in the hard times we become more restrictive. But the underlying idea of why governments need to change their habit is that taxation, interest rates and public projects can help boost the private sector to get through the hard times (as opposed to keeping wages and prices flexible to adapt to demand and economic conditions as the neo-classical would advocate). And I’m actually tempted to say if it gives consumers confidence go ahead. Reduce taxes and increase public works. However what is disturbing at present is that taxes are not being reduced and public spending rather than public works is being increased. If we want to put more money in the hands of people to spend to boost the economy, the most obvious way for the government to do this is to reduce taxes. That way people take home more of what they earn. However in order to increase what people are spending the government has been increasing welfare, which is kind of disturbing. First of all because the increased money to back this is not coming from increased revenue, but will have to come from borrowing or dipping into the savings from previous years. Secondly money that has to go through the government before it is distributed to individuals and families is subject to what I have heard labeled as churning. It means that the middle class that are paying out tax are also receiving it back in the form of welfare, however they don’t get the full benefit as some of the money is extracted to redistribute this money. The preferable option for these people is actually to just significantly reduce the tax rate as a dollar received back in welfare actually equates to anywhere between $1.10-$1.40 if left in people’s pockets. Essentially increasing welfare spending instead of reducing tax is the least effective way to stimulate spending. But also it’s the borrowing to fund welfare that is not so good. The bulk of the federal budget is welfare. But to borrow to support it is really just wasting money. It’s the equivalent of the government doing what Gen Y is criticized for doing – spending up on the credit card to get a new pair of shoes or iPod and only having a very disposable item to show for it. It is fine for governments to borrow to complete big infrastructure projects – they are expensive however generally provide significant benefit to taxpayers. In fact during previous economic downturns big infrastructure projects have been of great benefit to the country not only in providing much needed improvements to people but also in boosting employment. The equivalent personal finance equivalent is that you only borrow to increase your assets or income, not to buy depreciating or disposable items. But this is exactly what our state and federal governments are doing with their increased spending. NSW is possibly the worst with things like standing by ridiculous policies like heavily discounted transport for various parts of the population. And don’t get me started on how stupid it is for the state and federal governments to be spending so much on computers that will just have to be replaced in 2-4 years, especially when a high proportion of families have home computers and all schools have a computer lab (meaning that all Australian students have access to a computer).
So it is reasonable that we may see some deficits in our government budgets in the next few years. It’s not ideal, but it can be helpful. However it is far from ideal and even verging on down right negligent for government deficits and borrowing to come about because of welfare spending. The Temptation Experience – On the WayI thought I'd let you all know how my Temptation experience went. It was filme in March and I will warn you that I can not divulge how the actual show went until after it goes to air, so I will stick to the experience of the day for now and the rest will come later. There's lot's to tell and it was quite exciting, so I'll do more than on entry. I know one of the grand champions wrote about his experience in the Sydney Morning Herald recently, and was fairly accurate, but obviously every one's experience of the show is different.
The shows in question go to air this week. On Monday morning I left work a little early to catch a plane to In fact all I had was 3 outfits as per the Temptation email, which is to ensure any successful contestants didn’t look like complete dags if they were successful and appeared on more than one night. A whole week of shows is filmed in one day. It felt like too much for a night, but my thoughts were just preoccupied by the fact that if I embarrassed myself the next day, it wasn’t just in front of an audience, like when I public speak, it was in front of 1 million prime-time viewers. And also I’d told most of my friends that I would be on the show so there was no escape! After a fairly uneventful flight, R and I were picked up from the airport by a car, which for a few brief moments on the walk to the car park, I thought might be a Chrysler (was the very plush Holden next to it). And then we checked into the Crown Promenade Hotel in I didn’t actually sleep very deeply and woke up a bit tired from that and having to get up in the dark at 6:30am – 5:30am Qld time (damn daylight savings). Even though I didn’t have to do my hair or make up I still took half an hour to get ready and had to rush down to the hotel restaurant for a buffet breakfast before checking out and being ready for pick up at 7:30am. Being more nervous than I thought I was, I didn’t eat quite so well as I usually do when I have breakfast in a hotel. After 15 minutes of waiting in the foyer, treating every passing person destined for a tour bus with suspicion in case they were a fellow contestant, I finally found my car in the car park. There were 7 of us – 4 contestants and 2 supporters. One contestant was from Sydney, one from Arriving at the studio was amusing as our South African driver dropped us off on the pavement after refusing to go into the gated area of the studio as he didn’t trust anywhere he couldn’t get out of. Logic that would be useful in ZA but not really warranted in
I <3 The borg - grrrrr I’m pretty sure that we will have a change of government here in The other thing that I’m slightly concerned about is that we seem to be launching small policies – travel subsidies, public transport discounts etc – without looking at the bigger issues such as transport infrastructure and increasing rural access to government services. There are a couple of other parties that I have noticed dwell on the small policies and they are far from successful – ONP, Family First and to some extent the Democrats. It usually shows that people aren’t really thinking from an ideological base as well. Perhaps I’m just in a bad mood and perhaps I’m just over cautious as Springborg as he has led the side through more than one unsuccessful campaign. And it may also just be that I despise the term “The Borg” being used anywhere out side of that famous bastion of the geeky – Star Trek.
Me and the CEO of World Vision
Just to show that I do occasionally do things that have nothing to do with politics, I got a photo with Tim Costello who spoke at the 130th Anniversary Dinner for St Andrews at South Brisbane. I'm working on a write up of the event. Robbed Twice
One of the principles fundamental to society working in harmony and growing in prosperity is a solid system for the upholding of property rights. As a small ‘l’ liberal this is something that should not be compromised upon. And one the keys to making the system work is that people are entitled to the property they earn – ie a worker is entitled to their wages. Liberal or not I don’t see how any society can function well without this principle. From time to time, our society has given workers something of a raw deal. In Victorian England, for example, even though slavery had been abolished, most of the working poor were little better than slaves. They were essentially owned by their bosses who were responsible for them and their behaviour as well as feeding and clothing them. Very few were paid much of a wage and had to engage in backbreaking labour for the term of their contract with their master. It was still a step up from the poor house as often workers were taught skills in trades, but not always as was the case with factory workers who also worked in circumstances that were dangerous to their safety. It would be nice to think that we moved on from this and that sort of thing hasn’t happened in In the Australian series of “Who do you think you are?” I saw a fascinating episode where Cathy Freeman traced her ancestry – it was varied and intriguing. One of the sad things I learned was that one of her grandfathers or great grandfathers was fighting in one of the wars. His wage was being used by his wife to support the family back in The sad thing is, the more I look at it, it’s not just enlisted personnel that were affected. http://www.creativespirits.info/aboriginalculture/economy/stolen-wages-timeline.html http://www.creativespirits.info/aboriginalculture/economy/stolen-wages.html Underpaying or not paying Indigenous workers was actually widespread in a number of states, largely in pastoral settings by private organizations and the government and it occurred as late as the 1960’s. It gets worse as well. Like Victorian era apprentices and factory hands, the right to leave for not being paid was also taken away from Indigenous workers, as they were rounded up and returned to their bosses if they decided to leave. It was nothing short of slavery. No wonder there is so much resentment and mistrust between black and white Australians. I’d be surprised if any Aboriginal Australian was ever willing to work for a white Australian again! This week Aunty Jean from my church was pictured in The Courier Mail as part of a protest. The All in all it shows that people in authority not only are not sorry for what has happened in the past but are willing to commit the same mistakes again and again, approaching Indigenous Australians with mistrust and suspicion. It also brings me back to one issue in our society that has really bugged me lately and that is that there seems to be recurring themes in the media that people’s entitlement to their money and their property seem to be dependent on their morality. It is not. If someone works or invests they are entitled to their money and their return on their investment. It really does make my blood boil and it really does give me complete sympathy to the arguments that Aboriginal Australians have been robbed of their wages twice – once when they earned it and then again when the government finally set the money aside and was set to give it to those who are entitled to it.
Some links and extracts… http://www.news.com.au/couriermail/story/0,23739,24706984-3102,00.html http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/08/13/2333462.htm A north Queensland Indigenous rights campaigner has welcomed the State Government's decision to reopen the stolen wages fund, but says the payments are still too small. Aborigines and Torres Straight Islanders whose wages and savings were controlled under previous government schemes, and who have not already made claims, can now do so. Those eligible will get payments of either $3,500 or $7,000, depending on when they were born. Townsville stolen wages campaigner Florence Onus says the compensation on offer is nowhere near enough. "No, according to all the records and family records of what was owed to them, the $7,000 is just a drop in the ocean compared to what should have been paid back to them," she said. http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/05/01/2232193.htm During the 20th century, workers won continued improvements to their wages and conditions, including in the pastoral industry. Yet one group of pastoral workers, despite being continuously described as essential to the survival of the industry in rural Their conditions, again to quote officials in various states and the In the NT and WA women, children and the elderly were all forced to work for their rations which were commonly so meagre malnutrition was said to by 'destroying the race'. In these two jurisdictions many workers received no cash wage at all until the 1960s. In In The pastoralists profited from cut-price labour and the Governments around Killer...As I’ve been a bit lacking in the blogging department recently I thought I’d share with you some of the writing I’ve been doing, which has been keeping me busy. This is the first chapter of a 10,000 word sample piece I wrote for a UK publisher. It’s a thriller (well, it’s supposed to be...) set in Holland. I’ll serialize it over the next few days and when it ends I’ll tell you what’s happening with it...Prologue He knew trouble when he saw it. He’d caught her in the mirror. He turned, one arm resting on the bar. He smiled eyes twinkling as he watched her walk. He reckoned he looked like George Clooney, aged 28. Her hair was straight blonde, cut to the shoulders. She was tall. She had a figure that’d never quit. The thin gold dress clung to the long legs, the high breasts, the slim hips. It shimmied up her thighs when she slid onto the high stool. She ordered a jenever in a chilled glass. Next to her a bald fat man in leather trousers with an arm tatt that said Maurice looked. He leaned back. Stared at her perfect arse. So drunk he nearly fell off his stool. Mikael turned back to the bar. Looked in the mirror behind the barman. Watching her. His eyes voracious. She took a cigarette from her gold purse. Smoothed it with blood red nails. Lit it with a gold lighter. They’d banned smoking in the bars. But this was Amsterdam. You shrugged. You did what you wanted. When she blew smoke through her pink lips they looked like a heart. Baldy tried to talk to her. She ignored him. He kept at it. She blew smoke in his face. He put a hand on her arm and squeezed. She jerked her arm. He fell backwards, crashing off the stool. Smacked the floor hard. Security removed him, gibbering, incoherent. Another drunk on the streets in the rain, his knees wet. Mikael smiled at her again. This time she smiled back. She was older than him. Maybe as old as 40. Maybe even older. Beautiful though. No, really. He felt himself getting excited. He came here because older women came here. He liked a woman who could take him in hand. Someone who could teach him a lesson. He moved. Sat next to her, nodded at her glass. She smiled again said, “yes.” He got another beer and turned to her. When his knees touched hers she parted her thighs. “You like it here?” She leaned in close. She was warm. She wore Chanel Mademoiselle. “I like what I see.” “Maurice doing it for you then?” She laughed and he laughed too. They clinked their drinks. They drank, looked at each other in the blued mirror. “So, you –“ “You want to ask questions,” she said to the glass, then turned to him, “or shall we go explore?” He stumbled. He trembled. He helped her down off the stool. The dress rode so high he could almost see where he was going. Outside the air smelled of rain. She shivered. He put an arm around her. Raised his other for a taxi. No, she said, let’s walk. Arm in arm they strolled to Sint Luciensteeg. She turned to him. She kissed him. He thought of his girlfriend. Just for a second. Maria had never kissed him like this, but then she was only 21. She was more into amateur dramatics than amateur sex. He’d tried to film them both naked once, having sex. He’d told her it was art. She’d laughed and said, “theatre is art.” Maria was at the University, performing in a rehearsal of A Doll’s House. She’d hugged him. Kissed him. Told him, have a good time. He was. His left hand cruising up the blonde’s silky leg. She groaned as she sucked his tongue and one time when they broke she breathed, Anna. There was no time to tell her his name. He took no notice of the hotel. It was just a place. Inside, the lights were dim. A small banker’s lamp on the check-in desk. Humming. Hot. The dust smelling. Anna stayed in the shadows behind him. He could feel her there like a fire. He felt drunk. He fumbled in his pocket. “A room.” He sounded like someone else. “Of course.” A key on the desk. A wooden red tulip keyring the size of a fist. Mikael shuddered at the concierge’s dirty nails. Mikael brought out a handful of notes. “This’ll do,” said the concierge, smoothly extracting 100 euros. He smiled at Mikael. “No questions, eh?” Mikael felt Anna’s hand on his shoulder. She leaned across him. Signed her name. The lift was open. The lift was hot. They crashed into the room like one person. The bed sank. “Get your clothes off now,” she said hoarsely. “Lie on the bed.” She stood over him. He was so excited he obeyed. Her dress peeled off. Her breasts full. His heart racing. His clothes crumpled. He lay back naked. She came at him suddenly. Scratched his chest like a cat and laughed. Went all the way down. Took his cock. Bent it viciously. Yeow, he said. She slid off the end of the bed. Took him in her mouth. He almost died. She came back up. Pair of silver handcuffs in her hand dangling. Naughty smile on her face. “You’ll like this game.” Mikael was hard. Anna leaned over him. He kissed a breast. Made her giggle. She grabbed his left arm with both her hands. Yanked it back. Click. Click. The handcuff had him. She kissed him deep. Raised his other arm. Click. Click. She stood up, looked down at him. Smiled. She straddled him. Her silkiness against his hardness. She pushed her red panties to one side. She handled him. Came down hard. Arched her back. Made a sound like she’d been wounded. She moved. He moved with her. They were quiet. The bed springs moaned. He was panting like a dog. He was staring at the ceiling. She looked at him. Her eyes were flat black. She dipped to the side all of a sudden, bending him inside her. She came back with something in her hands. She leaned forward. He groaned with the pleasure. Her hair brushed his chest, her lips sought his. Before they connected she whispered, “just one more. For fun.” He laughed as she slipped the silk stocking round his neck. Tied it at front with a sudden jerk. He gasped. The pull of the silk on his skin. There was nothing about him that didn’t quiver. She moaned. He moaned. She tightened the silk. He thought, I’ll explode. His eyes started to bulge. She pulled the stocking tight. Mikael Ruben tried to scream. He didn’t have the breath. With a strength she didn’t know she had, she jerked the stocking ends. Mikael gurgled. Mouth moving like a fish. Hands fought to free themselves. Metal bit into him. The wood creaked. The wood splintered. She came hard. She’d never heard a scream like it. The light seeped from the twinkling George Clooneys. to be continued... Battle of the SexesOne of the things that I’ve noticed this year more than others is that once you are in that dubious territory between being a “single gal” and the elusive state of being happily settled down in wedded bliss, is that you suddenly have a lot less single guy friends. I was playing pool with one of my longest standing besties last night and we were discussing some of the fellows we knew at uni. She asked after a particular fellow who I had been to a performing arts event with a couple of years ago and always got along well with, and I realized I hadn’t heard from him for ages. Our last contact was about a year ago chatting online pretending to be superheroes bent on destroying one another and the world by any means possible – juvenile I know. But I miss the guy although perhaps not the odd conversations so much.It put me to mind of another friend from my post-grad study who always, always came to my birthday parties until this year. I especially needed him as I had 4 single girls attending and only one single guy. R informed me that it may have something to do with bringing along a wonderful boyfriend to the party last year. They were probably interested and got scared off. I’m still not quite accepting of that theory. Perhaps I’m in denial, because I actually enjoyed many of the friendships I have with these guys! That and I still have a lot of single gal friends so it’s kind of useful to have even numbers on the few occasions I ask every one to come out for dinner (I will clear myself of any attempts at matchmaking here as I know that most of my friends don’t get along with/like each other so I don’t even try). Anyhow, I shall have to find out if this is a universal principle or it’s just coincidence that I seem to be hearing from my friends less. If it is true, it’s also very confusing as I really got the impression that most of my male friends weren’t interested in that way. Is it really true that men and women can't be friends? Does Liberty Lead to DecadenceI recently entered an essay competition where the topic was "Does Liberty Lead to Decadence?"
Sadly I didn't win, but I've pasted my effort in here as I was quite proud of it. It's 2000 words so it will be a long entry!
"Decadence is a difficult word to use since it has become little more than a term of abuse applied by critics to anything they do not yet understand or which seems to differ from their moral concepts." - Ernest Hemingway The concept of liberty applies to societies rather than individuals in isolation or even communities within a sovereign state. It means that a society or an is free from excessive interference both from the government but also other organisations and individuals. Broadly it applies to social interactions and economic activities, but does have other facets. Decadence is, for all intents and purposes, a moral judgment, often used to condemn those that have an opposing way of life, particularly if the individual or society in question engages in frivolous or undesirable behaviours. It implies moral corruption and degenerate conduct. It is also associated with vast social inequality. It is quite hard to evaluate any particular society or even person in terms of decadence with any degree of objectivity, as what is undesirable or degenerate is actually particular to the point of view of the one making the judgement. Hence to assess if liberty leads to decadence it must be established that in all or most cases the freedom of choice and undue interference from external parties in society or the market leads to frivolous, degenerate or corrupt social and economic practices. Rather than immediately seeing if societies that embrace liberty are decadent it is valuable to look at the underlying ideas as to why people and societies are called decadent. Today and for much of the past 90 years since the Russian Revolution, Countries like the Decadence often linked to great social inequality in a society, where the gulf between the wealthy and the poor is insurmountably wide and mechanisms exist to protect this gap. Corruption of the market such as cartels, monopolies and manipulation of prices in the market place are often perceived to be the vehicles to protect the market of organisations that are linked to economic inequality. “Decadent societies are often prosperous but usually have severe social and economic inequality, to such a degree that the upper class becomes either complacent or greedy, while the lower classes become hopeless and apathetic[4].” Logically, these concepts are not ones that are in the spirit of the free market and countries like One organisation that springs to mind in manipulating prices through manipulating supply to maintain market position is OPEC. Until very recently global oil prices in the market rose rapidly and to highs never before imagined. On more than one occasion when prices, were set to go down based on demand, OPEC announced that they would reduce output[5]. This is an action that represents corruption and decadence in the market. It highlights that OPEC does not embrace the free market and aims to manipulate prices to their own ends. Upon closer examination, it is quite clear why the organisation wants to control the market – OPEC countries are amongst the least free in the world (see Table 1.0). It is possible to speculate at this point that the reason these countries work together to manipulate the market is because they are less free and potentially believe that market manipulation, government intervention and extensive legislation is needed to provide an equal footing for all players in the market and protect the interests of the otherwise disadvantaged, however extensive analysis of the market and government of all 13 countries would be needed to establish this, which is not the intention of this paper. However almost 50 years of working together to control the market has not actually resulted in wealthier or more modernised countries for many of the member states of OPEC – in fact their members in Asia and Table 1.0
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