[I dare you not to be charmed by this. I dare you. – Marilyn Horne (Nicklausse) and Montserrat Caballé (Giulietta) with the Barcarolle from Offenbach’s “Les contes d’Hoffmann”, Munich 1990. – Clip with thanks to LadyArmide]
France, I love you.
Please don’t f*ck it up on Sunday.
I love this (unabashedly old-fashioned and charming) clip of a this-can-only-be French piece for a variety of reasons. There is the singing. There is the easy companionship between the singers. There is the joy of making something together and addressing that joy. There is the giant f*ck you at conventional notions of gender, particularly as it relates to age, body types and sexualities.
Look at this wonderful (though it could use some more color apart from the dresses) slice of intersectional visibility for a variety identities, and then look at a bunch of white priviliged goons who want to infringe on it. This week (“oh no, what did he do now?” is my ’17 mode), it’s legalizing discrimination against and preparing to take away healthcare from far too many of us.
It is not normal, and it is not okay. It is disgusting and kleptocratic and nepotistic and vile. And so far, saying that has not been outlawed where I live (neither where 45 lives, though he certainly seems to be working towards it, though “golfing towards it” might be the more approriate term).
You take away the arts, you take away spaces of representation and visibility and empowerment and human connection. So on that note, you can pry my belcanto collection from by cold, dead hands, and until then, we’ve got song to keep us powered up and visible far beyond 2020. Keep on walking!