Published 17 December 2009
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Tags: advertising, Arindam Haldar, blog, blogger, blogging, Desicritics, Dipti Lamba, exclusivity, foreigner, franchise, General Mills, Haagen-Dazs, ice cream, insult, journalism, luxury, national pride, Nestle, Noida, offense, passport, promotion, racism, Rajesh Kaira, self-loathing, Times of India, travel
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Indians have a strange love of parsing insults from the innocuous — or, as in this case, the poorly thought-through. Particularly when the phantom effrontery seems to come from foreigners.
The latest uproar involves a newly opened Haagen-Dazs ice cream store, which had the bad judgment to fly the banner depicted above to announce its store opening. It reads:
PARTIED AT THE FRENCH RIVIERA? WELCOME.
EXCLUSIVE PREVIEW FOR INTERNATIONAL TRAVELERS
Access restricted only to holders of international passports.
The reaction began with a sketchily described post by Times of India writer and Chief Editor of Times Internet, Rajesh Kalra, on his TOI blog, Random Access. According to Mr. Kalra, a pseudonymous “friend” of his was refused entry to this Haagen-Dazs store for failure to proffer an “international passport.”
Continue reading ‘Haagen-Dazs, Mistaken Cause’
… I’d give a major speech on gender in America, just as he did on race in his brilliant Philadelphia address.
Of course, this was something that Hillary Clinton should have done, while she was still in the campaign. But she was too busy decrying her victimization – which was, sadly, not invented – and galvanizing her feminist base around the insult. The positive, inspirational route was not in Ms. Clinton’s political playbook.
An Obama address on the evils of persistent sexism would not only have intrinsic value, it would also help to ease Ms. Clinton’s army of wounded feminists into his fold.
No one is looking forward to today’s announcement by Hillary Clinton that she will withdraw from the presidential race more than I. (Okay, maybe Barack Obama; but I’m a very close second.)
Ms. Clinton appalls me, and has ever since she first started running for president back in 1999, as she triangulated her way through conservative upstate New York to earn her Senate-seat-launching-pad. Or before then, during her husband’s presidency, when her delusional, ham-handed political instincts offered a precursor to the Bush-Cheney cult of secrecy, and reminded the rest of us that the cover-up is often worse than the alleged scandal. I find her to be the archetypal politician: a person who believes in nothing so much as their own accession to (or retention of) power, and who will say or do whatever is required in the service of that belief.
I loathe Ms. Clinton. But I also abhor the way in which she has been treated during her impressive (if often impressively Machiavellian) campaign for the presidency, and what that treatment continues to say about America.
Continue reading ‘Being Rid of Hillary’