{"id":169,"date":"2009-08-14T04:37:29","date_gmt":"2009-08-14T08:37:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/?p=169"},"modified":"2009-08-14T04:37:29","modified_gmt":"2009-08-14T08:37:29","slug":"challenging-the-stereotype","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/challenging-the-stereotype\/","title":{"rendered":"Challenging the Stereotype!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Every country seems to have its own simplistic interpretation of stranieri<\/strong> (foreigners), reducing them\u00a0to a limited set of stereotypes. For example, most Italians that I have met since I returned to Italy a couple of years ago seem to see London as synonymous with England, although when pressed they will concede that there is a \u2018Great Forest\u2019 somewhere near Nottingham which is inhabited by Robin Hood and his Merry Men, and then there\u2019s that place with an unpronounceable name where Shakespeare used to live, \u2018come si chiama?\u2019<\/strong> (what\u2019s it called?)\u00a0 Anyway, they\u2019re pretty certain that everyone has a cup of tea served in their best china at 5 o\u2019clock, and dresses in a similar manner to the Royal Family, an element of the \u2018Great British Institution\u2019 for which the Italians have an unhealthy voyeuristic fascination. In fact you could probably learn more about the British Royal Family by reading Italian gossip magazines than you would\u00a0from their British equivalents!<\/span><\/p>\n

Obviously the reverse is true, and during fourteen years of living in Great Britain I was measured up against all the usual stereotypical images that the British have of us Italians. Obviously we all have huge homogenous families which have obscure connections with the Mafia,\u00a0and we spend most of our time sitting around eating spaghetti, and drinking wine at large rustic tables beneath pergolas of grapes in front of wonderful old Tuscan farmhouses. In the distance we hear the timeless clanging of the ancient campanile calling the faithful to mass, mingled with the tinkling of bells emanating from a large flock of sheep which old Giuseppe the wizened shepherd drives along a dusty white road lined with cypresses and surrounded by fields of sunflowers. Occasionally the whole family will set off to the beach on an old Vespa, Pap\u00e0 driving, Mamma sitting behind, and the seventeen bambini clinging on for dear life wherever they can. We all wear designer clothes of course, and\u00a0 gesticulate frantically with our hands when we talk, constantly exclaiming \u2018mamma mia!\u2019 and \u2018Madonna!\u2019 especially whilst driving our quaint little Fiats. Ah \u2018La dolce vita!\u2019<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Probably the most erroneous stereotype that I had to endure in Great Britain was that of the repressive Catholic culture which the British so often seem to believe prevails here in Italy. Come si sbagliano!<\/strong> (how wrong they are!).<\/span><\/p>\n

Have they never heard of Cicciolina<\/strong>, <\/span>the famous Hungarian born porn star who in 1987 gained 20,000 votes to become a member of the Italian parliament? Check this out: International Museum of Women<\/span><\/a>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And what about Wladimiro Guadagno<\/strong>, better known as Luxuria<\/strong>, the transvestite who in 2006 was elected as a member of parliament to the Camera dei Deputati<\/strong>. This caused an amusing altercation with a fellow MP, Elizabetta Gardini<\/strong>, over the use of the toilets, as Luxuria<\/strong> refused to use the men’s \u2018restroom\u2019 and the female MPs refused to let him\/her use theirs. Gardini<\/strong> later proposed the creation of a purpose built \u2018trans\u2019 toilet! See this link: <\/span>Luxuria<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

All this leads me to the article published a couple of days ago in La Corriere della Sera<\/strong>\u00a0which prompted me to write this missive: <\/span><\/span><\/span>\u201cSviene a Show Erotico della D\u2019Abbraccio\u201d<\/strong> (Fainted at Erotic Show of D\u2019Abbraccio)<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Now, in case you didn\u2019t know, Milly D\u2019Abbraccio<\/strong> is a famous (yes famous, as in \u2018popular personality known by all and sundry\u2019) porn star. The incident took place at the Fiera Adriatica di Silvi Marina<\/strong> in the province of Teramo<\/strong> which was hosting the unambiguously named \u201cErotic Tour\u201d<\/strong> starring D\u2019Abbraccio \u2018Italy\u2019s best loved porn star\u2019. During the show a 26 year old man from Lecce was dragged up onto the stage by D\u2019Abbraccio\u00a0to participate in an erotic dance with his scantily clad idol. Alas it all proved too much for the poor young man and he promptly fainted in front of the 2000 strong audience. Milly tried her best to revive her \u2018victim\u2019 as did the show\u2019s presenter, a volunteer member of the Pronto Soccorso<\/strong> (First Aid Medic), but to no avail.\u00a0 A 118 call was made to the emergency services, and in due time a full recovery was made.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Emerging from his swoon the young Leccese<\/strong> exclaimed \u201cHo visto la Madonna!, dov\u2019\u00e8 Milly?\u201d<\/strong> (I\u2019ve seen the Madonna!, where\u2019s Milly?)<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Every country seems to have its own simplistic interpretation of stranieri (foreigners), reducing them\u00a0to a limited set of stereotypes. For example, most Italians that I have met since I returned to Italy a couple of years ago seem to see London as synonymous with England, although when pressed they will concede that there is a…<\/p>\n

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