So there I was watching Grumpy Old Men last night, thinking that they aren’t funny anymore. Maybe I should explain Grumpy Old Men? Well its a tv show where men, who are in middle age, and older, and who happen to be grumpy complain about modern life. Well, life in general really. And while I agreed with their complaints about people who leave their mobiles on in the cinema, I really didn’t agree with most of the second half of the show.
Maybe this is a good thing. I’m neither male nor old, although I can be grumpy.
But I found their complaining over the changing names of places to come across as, not exactly racist. I’m not sure how to explain it. Like the names they knew were the only acceptable ones. The right ones. And who cares if Calcutta is a colonial name imposed on an Indian city, sure weren’t the East Indian Company totally right to make the name easy to pronounce. It all seemed so dismissive of any culture but their own.
But then they started saying that we don’t pronounce Paris like the French do we? So why should we try and say Mumbai instead of Bombay? And I suppose they do have a point, but Mumbai is perfectly easy to say, and no more western or English than Bombay.
I also went to the cinema today, to see Junebug which I really enjoyed. But watching it I realised that America is really really different. Not in a bad way, just different. But its also so different from itself. And the whole religious community aspect was kinda nice to see, but in a “wouldn’t want to live in it” way. In a way it reminded me of the Ireland of my grandparents. Not that I remember that Ireland, but the whole prayer being such a huge part of life. And how communities were centred on the church.
Anyway, its a really good film, and if you get the chance you should take a look at it.