I just picked up the December 2011 issue of Scorch magazine.It's free and always available at trendy shops that sell designer clothes, designer coffee and designer icecream. I was buying designer ice cream at Cold Stone Creamery and picked up a copy to browse while having dessert. Now I've never liked the magazine primarily because it panders to mind numbing clichedness. It's a pocketsized homage to the myth of middle-class Trinidad. And here's how the myth goes. There is a place called Trinidad where all the people a group of people called the Middle Class are Red/Brown skinned, fete more than work, all aspire to be like Middle Class Urban Americans, the girls all look like greased down, ready-to-fuck video vixens, the boys look like ghettofabulous rappers or emo rockers; and when they not getting pussy they making mega deals. When the girls not busy fucking one of these fellas they on their Blackberries dishing with their gfs about shopping for the next outfit they going to wear when they fuck said fella. You beginning to wonder if it is a myth? It is actually. There is a significant section of middle income Trinbagonians who don't aspire to Scorch magazine's hipster version of the country. But nothing wrong with selling a myth from Grimm to Rowling (and Kamla) does do it. So, what's my beef? Apart from the fact that the magazine cliched, the editing sucks and it commodofies and therefore cheapens sexuality? This issue's front cover features an all girl parrandero band called La Madre Tuhn Tuhn. For people who observant enough and knowledgeable as to the meaning of Trinidad Creole, the scantily clad women on the front cover of the magazine (none of whom are parang musicians) belong to a band called Your Mother's Cunt! I wonder what Kwesi Hopkinson and editor Solange des Vignes were (not) thinking when they decided on this cover?
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