Getting Worse

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Call me a conservative if you want, but I can’t, by any means, see how a woman dancing naked in an avenue during Carnival, calling a sticker on her bubbies ‘fantasy’, can be considered something pretty or worth seeing.

Fabric seems to be out of stock in the stores, at the same time that respect and creativity had abandoned those who create storylines for the Escolas de Samba (Samba Schools). One year they celebrate as a hero one of the worst criminals Brazil ever had, and on the other it’s the decapitated head of Dom Pedro II, held by an indigenous warrior, something that, apparently, they deem worth celebrating.

Fortunately Carnival is over, the Oscar season has ended too, and we come back to live our pathetic lives, surviving each month only God knows how, hoping that if some politician wins, things will be different, and being offended by the smallest ‘unpleasant phrase’ someone utters.

Brazilians are too passive. I’m too passive.

And the more technology, and lazier we get. Look at the new Shrek’s CGI (what was that?!), look at our homes. We have a pan-polishing product now, for Christ’s sake. No more steel wool and elbow grease to make our pans shine. And I wonder if people even know what a broom is with the tiny dust robot everyone is using now.

And speaking of the regression of our habits, something that has really worried me here in Brazil is the decay of our medical community. Doctors can’t read exams anymore. They leave college unprepared, their teachers don’t put any effort into the classes, using 10-year-old slides for laziness of making ones with new information, even though we have artificial intelligence to make faster and better things - I use it to study languages, and can’t imagine my life without Grok.

Did humanity give up? And why does the 90-year-old grandma from the farm live with health while the one from the city is in the ICU? How come we have gotten used to such useless culture and lifestyle?

Anne Rios – Brazilian girl writing about Brazilian things

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