I'm sorry if my rant the other day offended my Brazilian readers, since my real frustration was meant to be directed at the people who signed up to go to the event and didn't bother to show up. The truth of the matter is the following: Cariocas, and Brazilians in general, are some of the warmest, friendliest, kindest, most welcoming people I have ever encountered. But on the flip side, they're also some of the flakiest and most insincere as well. While New Yorkers are famous for being rude and obnoxious, we say what we mean and we mean what we say (most of the time anyway).
I've found Cariocas to be insincere in every area of life, ranging from jobs to friendships to social events to projects...you name it. It's very frustrating and quite sad, especially in the social arena. I think it's part of the inability of Cariocas to say "no" (no, I don't want to hang out with you; no, I don't know where that is, no, I can't hire you right now) and their "mania" to make a huge effort not to disappoint others. Anyhow, the people who signed up to do the event were Carioca flakes (including, by the way, the two women who disappeared, who were not in fact spies, thank god).
But here's what I'm not sorry for. I think it's important some of my readers understand the point of a blog. A blog is a space for writers to share their thoughts and to discuss ideas with others, like a public diary. It is, not, however, a legitimate source of news and never should be (ask any college professor if they'd accept a blog as a source on a paper), but rather a forum to discuss the legitimate news. It's a place where I can vent, bounce ideas around, and share my day to day life, and is most certainly not the New York Times or Newsweek.
The thing is that the only thing I accept from my readers, aside from their comments, are suggestions for post topics, but as the writer I'm not inclined to accept suggestions about how or when I write. If you don't like what I write about, if you're offended by anything here, you shouldn't be here. No one of is forcing you to read this and you're only causing yourself more trouble. Awhile back, I used to read all the blogs on my blog list, even the ones that annoyed me to no end, and then I discovered how much less annoyed I was when I stopped reading the annoying ones. Magic!
As a blog writer, without an editor or stockholders to please, I reserve the right to write about whatever I want, whenever I want, for whoever feels like reading it. The only things I have to lose are readers and some privacy, and I'm obviously willing to risk that. As a New Yorker born and bred, I mean what I say and I say what I mean.
So when I refer to the lawyer holding the little boy hostage as "evil," I mean it. If you've actually been following the case as closely as I have, you would be hard-pressed to disagree that this guy is one of the slimiest, mostly despicable, cowardly, unscrupulous, cruel people I have ever heard of. He is not just evil, but pure evil, and I only hope that he will know justice sometime soon.
UPDATE: Just in response to one of the comments, Eliseu was born in Rio Grande do Sul, and can't stand Rio or Cariocas, and complains about them all the time. He can't understand why I love this city so much or why I would chose of my own will to live here. At least once a week he bugs me to move to the South. And it's safe to say he's not interested in any "beautyful, intelligent" Brazilian women.