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April 28, 2011 deur Louwie
The residents of Wisteria Lane might not look like philosophers, but that’s what they are, says Mark Rowlands
When Susan Meyer realised her marriage was in trouble, philosophy was ultimately to blame. Paraphrasing Henry David Thoreau, her ex-husband told her that most men lead lives of quiet desperation. The premise upon which the hit television series Desperate Housewives is built is that so, too, do most women. Or, as Susan puts it: “Really, do most women lead lives of noisy fulfilment?”
Her ex-husband, like the rest of us, is a philosopher. Philosophy is all around us, in the culture we inhabit, in the television programmes we watch and the magazines we read. All of us are the authors, producers, directors, stars and guest stars in various philosophical questions, issues, disputes, conflations and confusions – even though, most of the time, we have no idea of this. If you live life, and ever think about it, you’re a philosopher.
(Maar tragies genoeg, so min mense “ever think about it” veral nie die wat so vasgenael sit voor die TV om hulle gunsteling breinlose sepies te kyk nie. Kyk maar hoe gaan hulle nou weer die heel goddelike dag voor die TV sit om na die breinlose Britte en hulle kammaland sprokie te sit en kyk.)
The residents of Wisteria Lane, the most desperate place in America and the setting for Channel 4’s hit drama series, might not look like philosophers, with their gym-toned bodies and designer underwear, but that’s exactly what they are.
(you could have fooled me son!! Maar nou het ek `n goeie verskoning om met daardie bom van `n blond by die gym te gesels. As vroulief boosaardig bewaar maak kan ek vir haar sê bedaar, ons filosofeer net my skat)
The picket fences and polished fingernails contrast sharply with the harsh realities of human existence. Lynette Scavo, the mother of three ADD children and a baby, is desperate for her husband to stop getting her pregnant. (nou verstaan ek my ma en haar psigoses/angsaanvalle van destyds ook sommer beter!) The emotionally repressed Bree Van De Kamp has a husband who wants to leave her, and she is desperate enough to try to kill him rather than letting him do so. Gabrielle Solis is desperate that her husband doesn’t find out about her affair with her teenage gardener – there can be no better image of desperation than a woman in a ballgown mowing the lawn. And divorcée Susan is desperate for a date with the new man on the street, Mike the plumber
“noisy fulfilment” klink meer na noisy desperation vir my. Nou weet ek hoekom ek nie sepies kyk nie; te veel noisy philosophy na my sin dankie.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Desperate housewives, filosofie, Sepies | 3 Kommentaar
op April 28, 2011 at 5:57 nm Anna
“Kyk maar hoe gaan hulle nou weer die heel goddelike dag voor die TV sit om na die breinlose Britte en hulle kammaland sprokie te sit en kyk.” Haai Louwie, dis presies wat ek gaan doen. Ek is my lewe lank nog ‘n “royalist” vir geen ander rede as die lekker daarvan. Ek hou van die “pomp and ceremony” en of jy dit nou wil hoor of nie, ek bewonder mense soos die koninging en Prinses Anne geweldig vir die manier waarop hulle hul lewens lei, d.w.s. met toegewydheid en dissipline. Breinloos? Ek dink nie so nie. Dalk net ‘n goeie voorbeeld vir die mensdom vandag.
op April 28, 2011 at 6:21 nm seegogga
royal weddings is spesiaal. sepies nie!
op April 29, 2011 at 8:47 vm Louwie
Anna, breinloos is seker `n bietjie erg, maar dan ook weer …. sommige van hulle praat met koolkoppe en pampoene, en soms dink ek hy is die enigste wyse ou tussen hulle 😯
Maar dan onthou ek weer hoe hy Di meisie behandel het en dan dink ek weer breinloos. Ek was `n groot fan van daai mooi meisiekind.
Is miskien maklik om hier oorkant die water te sit en dink die oulady is nice en so. Ek is nie seker Di of Fergy of Pamela (of wat is die boontjierankprater se vrou se naam nou weer?) gaan met jou saamstem nie.
Seegogga, ek verstaan nie van spesiaal nie. Dalk te min estrogeen in my sisteem 😀
Ek wonder of die belastingbetalers dink dit is so spesiaal, dis hulle geld wat vir die uitspattigheid betaal en dit kos miljoene Ponde.
En dan was daar natuurlik ook nog die konsentrasiekampe, en steeds loop hulle met die stywe neus meerderwaardig in die lug.
Miskien moet ons vir Zuma ons koning maak, dan kan ons elke jaar `n royal wedding hê.
O, so terloops, my vrou gaan ook heeldag sit en TV kyk …. en ek is so bietjie in die dogbox. Maar sy kyk nie sepies nie.