Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Hurry Up, Wait and Leave Those Hookers Alone

Anyone working in film knows the term “hurry up and wait”. It generally refers to the inevitable delays in the director setting up shots and the director of photography tweaking lights. Or, in my case it can apply to pre-production delays. Waiting for people to get back to me. Waiting for an internet signal. Waiting for transportation to happen for scouting and stills. Waiting. Ugh.
In the meantime it was my sister-in law’s birthday yesterday. We celebrated it at a really nice sushi restaurant that was designed in minimal traditional Japanese style. They had a smoking room in the back which of course I explored several times over the course of the evening. I met a cute girl from Markham, Ontario of all places. She was in Nairobi on contract for the UN. She had been here for 2 months for her first time, so I was curious about her first impressions.
She said one of her biggest peeves was the prevalence of prostitution in Kenya. I always think it’s funny that some people are bothered with what other people choose to do in the privacy of their bedrooms, whether its gays, transexuals, or prostitutes. Personally, I share the same philosophy as Pierre Trudeau – that the government should stay out of the bedroom - its nobody’s business but their own, as long as it’s consensual and between adults. It’s called the world’s oldest profession for a very good reason. People will always require both sex and money. I think that perhaps, the only difference between Kenya and North America in this respect is that while Canada or the US hides prostitution behind escort websites and phone numbers, Kenya is a little more open about it. That means as a man(or in some cases, a woman) going to a restaurant or a club, you are sometimes approached by working girls/boys. I learned this rather quickly in Mombasa several years ago. My only complaint is that it’s not my charm, wit or personality they are after, but rather the contents of my wallet.....I have since learned to keep my distance, as that is not my particular cup of tea, but I have learned not to judge others for their addictions or weaknesses. God knows, we all have them.
Except me of course.
Now where did I put those cigarettes?

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