The endless ressources of boobfulness in the Slavic cultural area

From a boobastic point of view, the 1980s were quite lame. In the USA silicone was all over the place. Huuge but not real. The era of the pin-up models and exotic dancers, that made America gr8, was gone won’t come back. The breathless, consuming and not sustainable 1970s collapsed when in 1981 AIDS was first clinically observed in the United States. The Japanese market was relatively closed back then.

If there was no other reason for the fall of the iron curtain, the unleashing of endless ressources of boobfullness in the Slavic cultural area was reason enough. In former socialist countries porn was prohibited. The people used to be sexually relatively active (some say, because they’ve had nothing else to do in a controlled economy). When the iron curtain fell, there were no producers and no marketing channels in the Eastern Bloc. Dutch and Japanese pornographers invaded the scenery.

Communist countries and Soviet Republics in Europe with their representative flags (1950’s). This is a file from the Wikimedia Commons.

Economically those countries of the Soviet Union and its satellite countries were failed states. Former camerapersons for state-run television, former staff of prestigious theaters, former secretaries, former nurses and former salesgirls lost their jobs and needed money. The churches were formally disempowered and sexual morals relatively free. That’s why you have permisse productions on a high-quality level from the early 1990s. It was an atmosphere of departure in society and a gold-rush mood in the industry.

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Zur Bundespräsidentenwahl

Summary: This sunday the German Federal Convention is electing the new President of the Federal Republic of Germany. It’s a joke! The German people have nothing to decide and the President is the low man on the totem pole. Even though the German President is described as the nation’s leading political figure and de facto chief executive he’s not endowed with any decisive power. Those Germans understanding their poor political system call him therefore “Grüßonkel”, which is vaguely translated as “figurehead”. The worst mistake one can make is to put this figure of functionally sorrowful countenance on the same level with the institutional powerful President of the United States. Article concludes in some more representative suggestions.

Heute wählt die Bundesversammlung einen neuen Bundespräsidenten. Die ganze Tragik des bundesdeutschen politischen  Systems kommt zum Ausdruck: das Volk, das in guter bundesrepublikanischer Tradition nichts zu sagen hat, wird nicht gefragt. Es ist der Parteienstaat, der sich seinen eigenen “Grüßonkel” wählt – der dann: auch nichts zu sagen hat. Es ist deshalb auch müßig, sich damit zu beschäftigen, wer zur Wahl steht und welche Wahlmänner entsandt worden sind. Es ist ein Ereignis vollendeter kostenintensiver Bedeutungslosigkeit, wenn sich heute diese 1.260 Figure im Berliner Reichstag zusammenfinden. Der Steuerzahler, der nichts zu sagen hat, darf immerhin dafür bezahlen.

Solange der Präsident ohnehin nur repräsentiert und außerdem auch eine Frau sein kann, kommen rein funktional durchaus glücklichere Besetzungen in den Sinn, die den Steuerzahler auch einmal auf seine Kosten kommen lassen würden:

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