I haven't heard a crazier story in a long time. Blackness at Montenegrin weddings? Court brides? It sounds exactly like a title for a patriotic book by a national worker from the time around the First World War.
Have you ever heard of a wedding, or been to a wedding where the bride is dressed in korot, in black? The period of the concrete corota in Montenegro usually meant postponing the wedding, waiting for the corota to pass. But here we are talking, as I understood the minister, about the corota that does not pass. For Kosovo, no less...
Another pseudo fairy tale intonation. I asked my grandmother. Tell grandma, why are your eyes so big... From crying for Kosovo, my child...
There used to be a lot of blackness... Older women, quite often, reached their mature years without removing the blackness - it was always added, until the moment when the blackness became a part of her being. However, these things are changing, mostly more slowly than we would like, but they are changing. However, the wedding as an act, as a custom, was exempt from such "aesthetics" even then. If that "Korotno-Kosovo" mystification was correct (and it is not from yesterday), Montenegrins would not be poor people with the richest national costumes.
The new government has a huge problem even before it is constituted: one of the apostles does not know what he is talking about. And that - serially. No matter what you do, it turns out to be a media spectacle. "If I'm sorry for the green pine..."
This kind of persona is extremely unsuitable for the transitional Montenegrin context in which there is an insistence, at least declaratively, on expertise and the capacity to overcome divisions. The mandator would have to imagine himself well.
Either the grandmother was on some psychedelic drugs, or the granddaughter was listening to a fairy tale. But there is a whole consciousness, founded in one hundred and fifty years of the Serbian imperial impulse: it (this consciousness) never sees the real Montenegro, but some gooey projection, the ecstasy of national kitsch. This is how the myth of the Kosovo Korota was created.
Candidate Bratić is a professor of American and English literature. It's a shame that reading didn't have a little more effect on her. Sometimes she seems to have read nothing but folk epic poetry.
But, aside from the bizarreness of the story itself. Something else should worry us. In the coming period, Mrs. VB's assessments and views will be decisive in shaping the area of culture, education, science and sports in Montenegro. Why is that bad and deeply disturbing? It is unlikely that someone who believes in such fairy tales can get a really true (even conditionally true) picture of reality. At least to the extent that the Minister of Culture would really need. Or science. Or education... Not to mention sports.
If in the XNUMXst century a woman, and also an intellectual, needs to emphasize that she is not a feminist, it is a matter of some serious misunderstanding. And the world and knowledge. Today, it is impossible for an educated man not to be a feminist at least to some extent (when that implies a full understanding of the dimensions and forms of the gender problem throughout history), let alone a woman herself.
The need to define yourself as not a feminist is extremely dubious. You usually hear it from women who would like to "rise" above such trivialities as - gender equality, emancipation and so on. And what does that "elevation" mean? Absolutely standing on the other side, choosing a man's view of things. Behind that statement hides, as a rule, the most vicious slavery to gender clichés.
Or, a pearl around a mausoleum. The idea, according to her deep conviction, is simple: move the mausoleum, "stone by stone", somewhere "lower", and return the chapel to the top of Lovcen. The way things are going, maybe they will ask that, like the young Gojkovica, they wall her in the chapel... The "conciliatory" capacity of this idea and the statement itself is clear. And a sense of reality, certainly.
What seems disturbing is that this modus operandi, this frightening ease of judgment could become a way of decision-making in the sphere of culture, education and science in today's Montenegro.
It has nothing to do with the corot. Sometimes blackness is simply a psychological landscape...
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