Thank you dear Eurovision audience. Not only a black ocean but also booing but what did the tv station do? Fake cheering....but at least we know how it really went down. I am so not watching btw
First of all, boycott eurovision. However, I AM loving all the various stories of pro-palestinian rebellion that are coming out surrounding eurovision.
Apparently security surrounding the event is through the roof, and the Eurovision team literally frisk searched all the contestants to make sure they didn't smuggle any palestinian scarves or flags in, but despite this:
there was the guy who wore his father's kufiya as a wristband during his performance
there was a performer who painted "CEASEFIRE" and "FREEDOM" on their face using ogham script, and who then did a post on social media talking about it and how EV officials (who had found out the meaning of the facepaint by then) refused to allow them to do it again for a later round.
there was the indigenous Australian who used his body paint to paint a watermelon on his chest and later made a statement drawing attention to it and stating that he stands with the Palestinians
there's the 10,000-strong pro-Palestine protest that happened in Malmö, the city hosting the ESC this year
there's the crowd, who booed Israel during their dress rehearsal and shouted Free Palestine so loudly that the performance itself was nearly drowned out and the broadcaster (clumsily) tried to alter the audio so that the audience couldn't be heard
It's great, I love it. They can try all they like to block every mention of Palestine, but they haven't been succeeding and they'll continue to fail.
Fuck Israel, fuck Eurovision, and Free Palestine. 🇵🇸
I go over to my parents' house to feed the cats for them while they're away on vacation. Silly me, I thought I'd like... take a nap there and then go on with my day.
But their house is the most pristine, spotless, wrinkleless, inhospitable "home".
I'm not going to sleep in my parents' bed, but they also own the world's most uncomfortable guest bed. Imagine it. A mattress with no sheets and only one, too-small blanket that barely covers your legs. No extra blankets or anything. It's cold, barren, comfortless.
Can't even take a nap there. The place feels like a sepulchre, some sort of sacred place that I defile with my presence, one that actively tries to keep me away, keep me uncomfortable.