As I’m almost running to participate in my granddaughter’s fourth birthday, I present an interesting movie, Ginger & Rosa (You might have seen it already), about growing up and coming together to the age of two girls born after WWII, written and directed by Sally Potter. They become best friends until later; they find their feelings towards life differently. Of course, this topic may not be unique, although it was from the 60s when the generations underwent a turbulent change.
However, what focused my attention was the character of Roland, the father of Ginger. He is a kind of “I don’t care, it is the way I feel, and nothing else matters”! A type of Dadaism? He breaks all the moral rules of society which I don’t mind as it was common at that time, but what I mean is, where stays the conscience? I just believe he goes too far!
He reminded me of a friend in our wildlife in the early 70s in Iran. After our mother’s death, we were deeply submerged in arts and paintings, intoxicated by various drugs. In between, we got to know a new friend, addicted like us, a great painter, and gay. I said before that I was a complete hippy and follower of “don’t worry, be happy”, but this new friend was more than that. He was often with us; we drew one or two paintings, took opium all through the night and talked about arts, people and politics. One day after he left, I noticed that an expensive camera belonging to our father-in-law had vanished. We were trying to solve this mystery when a close and mutual friend informed us that our artist friend had stolen and sold it!
Of course, our mutual friend complained about his actions and found it very cowardly to us, but he raised his shoulder and said; take what you get; that is life! I have often thought about it and tried to analyse the difference between our carefulness and negligence. I concluded that we were both against social morals, but I always wanted to handle it with my inner moral, which I call “conscience”, and he seemed to have nothing of the kind.
This Roland is a phenomenon, and honestly, I prefer these crazy types from the 60’s more than the youths now! At least they have tried a new way to challenge, but today’s young people are almost useless and too fearful of taking any risks.
Now I must leave to congratulate my lovely granddaughter, Mila, for the fourth winter in her young life. (Where has the time gone!) I wish you all a beautiful and leisurely weekend.💖🤗🙏🌹