Short Week / Long Weekend... Wherein I'm Horrified By Commercial Advertising and My Butt Gets Felt Up.

Possibly one of the most surreal weeks I've had in a while.  A public holiday either end of the working week, and that general disjointed feeling all over again.  Things are back to 'normal' again this week; for better or worse.

Given the working week has been relatively short, there has been a low incidence of crazy in my world.  Albeit the brief moment on a crowded tram, where a woman attempted to take advantage of my (apparently quite attractive) rear end.  That's okay though.  I took advantage of her unprotected rib cage with my elbow, and her shins with a well aimed kick.

Random public transport molestation aside, I have welcomed the unexpected quiet that the shortened week bought.  It has allowed me to spend some time re-organising kitchen zones.  (The Tupperware Zone is now no longer a plastic-explosives risk.)  It has also given me a chance to catch up on reading (Magick Without Tears by Aleister Crowley) and locating new goth rock for the radio show (We Walk by Temple).  And while I've forgone disturbing movies this weekend, I have been disturbed by television in general.

While I don't want to come across as a media snob, I am an absolute media snob.  I rarely watch commercial TV, and stick to public broadaster stations majority of the time.  On the occasions a commercial station does get an airing on the telly, the slew of shout-y advertising scares me stupid.  BUY THIS!  SHOP HERE!  IF YOU DON'T VOTE FOR YOUR FAVOURITE <insert reality show contestant> NOW, YOU WILL DIE IN A HIDEOUS FIREY ACCIDENT!!  The other thing that has me completely flummoxed, is the use of chart music to promote period dramas.  Call me a purist, but I'm pretty sure that 1912 England was fairly devoid of synth-rich dance tracks with helium-induced female vocals.  Which begs the question, WHY USE IT!?!?  Is this the only way to entice the general populace to dip their toe into historical genres?  Surely there will be general remonstrance when it's realised that Ke$ha doesn't make a personal appearance alongside Maggie Smith. 

This of course leaves us asking the eternal question... Is this just an Australian phenomenon?  Or is this a global travesty??