If Conchita had shaved off the beard, nobody would have known that she was a man. She looked like a beautiful, classy lady. But that wasn't the point. The beard was that.
She was there to sing in a contest, but the Conchita Wurst persona had been created - three years before - as Tom Neuwirth's stand for gay rights. 'Wurst' might mean 'sausage' in German, but it also figures in the phrase, Das ist mir doch alles Wurst (It's all the same to me), and that's why Conchita chose it as her surname.
Conchita may appear to have the face and physique of a female model, but the beard flaunted the fact that she is all man. That was the challenge that she flung to the world. That was the stand that Tom wished to make.
Eurovision isn't supposed to be about politics, but of course it is. In the midst of the Ukraine Crisis and an openly homophobic stance, Russia's entry - teenage twin girls - was booed loudly. It wasn't their fault, but these acts represent their countries for better or for worse.
In Conchita's native Austria, her selection for the accolade hadn't gone down too well in some quarters. In September 2013, after it was announced that she would be the Austrian entry, fellow nationals besieged their largest broadcasting body ORF with protests. An anti-Wurst Facebook group gained 31,000 likes in just four days.
But it wasn't all of Austria. The vast majority stood behind her, or at least expressed no opinion, and they were glad that they did when she brought home the trophy.
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Oh! I know the sort! I just didn't know what they were called. Thanks for the TIL moment.
I've never been a fan of the word chav.
Harvestmen - those leggy spiders with tiny bodies. We have a lot of them here as we have farmland all round. You are not a chav, at least not according to the rules of application in East Anglia. In this area chavs come from Essex and the term bog snorklers is applied to anyone east of us. Out in the Fens, strange things go on, you know? Similar term to the sheep-lovers jibe applied to the Welsh hillsmen.
I now have a mental image of various farm labourers crouching in corners of the rooms in your house. Where are they all coming from? And I'm a chav. <3
With added chav, just for good measure, regrettably. Have stayed firmly at home today, working hard for my client. Not even LOOKED at anything to do with audits, uploading or things of that ilk. Chased a few harvestmen from various corners of the house (they're everywhere, we're going to have a bad year for spiders this year, I think) washed the kitchen floor, finished the washing up and generally tried to tidy things up a little before the boys come back later. I don't know if they're all staying over tonight or not, I have yet to find out.
Ah! Ok then. Noobs. :(
No, just utterly hopelessly bored. Nothing to watch on the TV and too early for a drink. That type.
Ah! People who recall the concept of 'leisure'. :)
They were just in my face, and my space constantly. Nothing went to plan, everyone was dawdling and bimbling along. Nothing to do and nowhere to go, you know the type?
Walking DOES get your work done. It gives you a break and refreshes your mind in order to get back to the grind. Then you work faster and more efficiently.
What on Earth did the idiots do to impede your hair barbery?
Re: Chelsea Garden Show winning gardener - He was the first name that came up on checkatrade in this area. Turns out he is a former mental health nurse who saw first hand that gardening helped his patients. I am no use at gardening but seeing a tidy garden helps my mental health...ours is beyond me right now. It's almost my height in weeds and I don't have the time even though I need the exercise. I have taken to walking around the campus again because I am at screaming point with the deadline and do not want to take it out on my colleagues. Sure, walking doesn't get any work done, but it helps me to decompress, which is vitally important to the production of future work.
I wasted so much time today in town dealing with IDIOTS on the way to have my hair barbered... Getting my head shorn is in itself is a boost to my mental health, but these *whistles* could not see it. *cry, inhale alcohol, play loud electronic music*