There’s something I have to get off my chest about Italy and then I’ll shut up about my wonderful holiday. First, though, a few more pictures.
This is ‘my square’ where I enjoyed an early morning Cappuccino while my friends were still asleep, and several quick Espressos amidst hectic shopping and sight-seeing. It was also opposite a Carabinieri station where I could but admire the stylish uniforms the Italian policemen wore as they paraded in front of me.
…and here it is on an early morning. (Spot the uniformed dish in the distance?)
On the third night when we once again tuned in while getting ready to go out, there was a heated discussion on RAI 1 with a panel perched on a crescent shaped white leather sofa, including a girl wearing some clothes (phew) and a ‘Miss Italy 2009’ sash. As this was Italian TV, she was hardly allowed to speak, but did get a few words in. I pointed at the TV and said to husband, ‘At last, they’re discussing the ridiculousness of the beauty contest!’
Although I can get by in restaurants, I don’t actually speak any Italian. This was apparent as I could not have been more mistaken about the content of the panel discussion. While surfing the net, waiting for me to get ready the next morning, husband found an Italian newspaper translation. Apparently there had been a scandal at the Miss Italy contest: the female presenter had mistakenly crowned the wrong girl as ‘Miss Moda’, a sub-category (of which there appeared to be several) of the Miss Italy competition. A sash had for a few moments been placed on the wrong girl. And this is what the heated panel discussion had been all about.
I’m not a fully signed up member of the feminist tribe, but felt that surely Italian women must rise up against this? Not only does Berlusconi make complete fools out of women in Italian politics, nominating his European parliament members on the basis of their looks, brief research done on the interweb showed that Italy has one of the lowest numbers of women on company boards in Europe. I greatly admire their style and general natural gorgeousness, but it seems they have little or no political or economic power. What happens when they age, their husbands start spending more time with their mistresses and their children leave home? I know I’m generalising, but I thought this stuff was fought for, decades ago, by our mothers and grandmothers?