rep.

This time last week a very eloquent blogger by the name of @pipogypopotamus wrote a blog about how he felt "My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding" was detrimental to the Romany Culture he belongs to.

The press sat up and took notice.

Being a part of a minority makes you somewhat territorial over your culture and rightly so. Therefore when part of your culture is represented on television in a bid to entertain rather than inform you can be left with a sour taste in your mouth.
Ask anyone in their 20s and over, of an ethnic minority and they will recall a landmark time when someone of their ethnicity appeared on TV.

It can mean that much.

You may doubt that anyone in their 20s would remember such an event but the annual circus that is Big Brother brought in characters from all walks of life and it wasn't long before the kids in school regaled you with what General Achmed was doing and in what way it related to your life.

So how do these people you have never met become some sort of representative for you? Even if they are barely a shadow of what your day to day life entails?

Are we dividing our society or are we beginning to acknowledge the different parts of it?

That's why it's with great trepidation I approach "Make Bradford British". But I promise to keep an open mind until I've watched more than the just the trailer.



And it's not just reality contestants that somehow become representatives of you.
I have fond memories of when Goodness Gracious Me appeared on TV. It felt like a comedy about the British and Asians and rather than just British Asians being the punch line; we were laughing along. But tastes in television can change and it seems that now more than ever the more extreme a character or a story the more likely it is to be on TV.

Mr Khan has become somewhat of a YouTube hit and at the risk of sounding like the Daily Mail, I'm dreading the release of his sitcom; Mr Khan Community Leader. A primetime BBC sitcom that's about to be launched. It feels like a bad pastiche of British Asian life and something that's going to be detrimental in the long run.



Generalisations can also happen in drama and even though I joke about it now, people have genuinely asked me how my life compared to East is East. Would you get an arranged marriage? Do you get to meet them before you marry them? All questions that I have been asked within the last year.

I'm not offended by it but it amazes me how people think that a film set in 1960s Salford about a mixed raced family is an insight into my life as a British Pakistani in 2012. But when the dog jumps on the woman that bit is #barehilair.

"It's not fair cuz I love curry an' all".

But that's the lighter side. In the last decade society has turned their spotlight towards the British Pakistani culture and asked us to root out the dark elements. It's something that we have to do. We have to understand why these things are happening in our culture. Documentaries have monopolised on this and it feels like almost every week we have a variety of extreme programmes on TV. But I genuinely feel that often it's a case of sweeping generalisations and one sided arguments which can cause greater damage and runs the risk of isolating those parts of our society.
They say these things work in cycles and perhaps the Backlash for Big Fat Gypsy Weddings has begun. I recently took great offence towards "Exposed: Groomed for Sex" on BBC 3 which whilst looking at a serious issue manipulated the facts in a bid to get those sensationalised moments that would great sound bites.

You can watch that here.

So a more serious blog than usual, but once again props to @pipogypopotamus for making a stand.

theguyinthebowtie

the rules of the bromance

I'm about as educated on the Bromance as Gillian McKeith is a doctor.

I'm just not a typical "bloke". I once tried to kill a millipede armed with some hand wash. But I think that's another blog.

The Bromance is a sacred union between two guys although that's sounds a lot like a civil partnership. But if you saw my brother Adnan and his best mate Chris it'd probably be an accurate description.

On a side note girls can NEVER be your bro, bro.


Maybe I am the only person who had a lif affirming moment during "I love you, man". But recently things have turned out more...bromantical. Although I imagine things will sour after they read this blog.

Here are the 5 rules of the Bromance I have pieced together from movies and the Jersey Shore.

1) What happens on a man date stays on a man date

Under no circumstances can details of an "MVP" night out be relayed to anyone outside your circle of friends. You'll be surprised how quickly escapades of Kansas chicken brawls can go viral...

2) Physical Contact is only allowed at the beginning and/or end of the night.

This should go without saying but it's better to be safe than sorry. The man shakes/hug and at the beginning or end of the night is the only true physical contact allowed. Followed by the patented "Didn't we have a good night?" man hug at the end of the night. Details can be found here.

3) Crying is allowed...but cannot be acknowledged by anyone present.

If your Bro is broken hearted and starts crying; the general consensus is a pat on the back and a sharp exit so he can cry to Drake without any judgement. You can never mention the tears again but can interchange it with expressions such as "he was cut up".

4) It is completely okay to share the same bed with that other person if no other suitable sleeping locations.

I'm not going to get into this. But suffice to say I have elbowed my actual brother in the face and pretended to be asleep. We've all been there, right?

5) Being the Wingman

I'm terrible at this. I've been known to interrupt moments of "chirpsing" when a great track drops. But you need your bros when you throw your hands up in the air sometimes
Saying AYO!

Ahem. Soz bruv.



theguyinthebowtie

brother of the bride part one

The pace of an Asian wedding is alarming.

It happens frighteningly fast. And no this isn't one of situations where you meet someone on the day of the wedding so leave your reservations at the door. Thanks.
In the space of a few months my sister is going to get married to her fiancé in a (I'm not going to lie) lavish ceremony. #inshallah

And now the prep is well underway, bridal magazines litter the house. Holiday requests are being worked out and names are being added to the guest list, in their hundreds. Yes hundreds.



So as brother of the bride where do I fit into all of this?

Well it's a family affair.

I have spent the last few weeks looking at various wedding invitations all of which feature Islamic art. And whilst I don't intend to offend or take away from the genre it is just a lot of patterns. Beautiful though they are.

Then there are venues. Venues are minefields. there are talks of entrances and stages and whether Lady Gaga has enough room to enter the room in an egg. all bases must be covered. although switch Lady Gaga for my Gran in a wheelchair...which kind of makes it less dramatic. But forget that there are STAGES. Eat your heart out VMAs.



Alongside I have to find an Asian outfit or a "sherwani". This has lead to endless Google searches featuring a high number of "couture houses" I'd never heard of that emerge from areas with a high population of ethnic minorities.

London. New York. Paris and erm Bradford?

I've also found that Lisa Scot Lee's brother is modelling said male couture. And yes I don't know what's more upsetting the fact his career has lead to this or the fact that I recognised him.

Although I harp on about what I'm going to wear my sister has just entered the room and showed me a wedding outfit that costs £7,000.

That's a brand new Fiat Panda.



Talking of cars I've yet to decide whether I'm going to "rent a car". If you're lost I'll enlighten you. It's become the norm. I won't say tradition for the young lads of family to hire a supercar for a siblings wedding. I'm not sure of the reason I can't explain but I do feel I may bow to the social pressure of it all. This is ironic because I drive a Mini and the only music I blast trough those speakers is when Adele is hitting the big notes.

It's going to be a steep learning curve. I'll keep you posted.

theguyinthebowtie

the hero

"If I were to tell anybody my life-long list of heroines, I would be laughed at for years to come. But the reason why I’m cool with that is because, much like food taste, it’s all relative." The London Ladybird.

My lovely friend (The London Ladybird) asked me to write a blog for her. She had some stipulations. And I think I'm about fly in the face of every single one of them.

I've also copped out by writing a blog in response to one of hers, which may result in instant regret on her part.

Ah Well.

In my humble opinion the words "hero" and "heroine" can have different connotations for the different sexes. Don't worry I'm not about to get all "Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus" on your asses.

But if you said to a man what does a heroine mean to him, he's unlikely to reference the suffragettes. Instead he'd probably think you meant the drug or Wonder Woman.

But it's not our fault. Television has moulded us from little boys onwards. So if you said to us what does a hero mean to you?

Ah well, that's a different kettle of fish entirely.

A hero is Wolverine. He's strong. He's stoic. He's got designer stubble. And he's got a steely core and pointy hair. Although your cousin may tell you they might hurt someone so you proceed to chopping them off with scissors.




Yes Wolverine (copyright Marvel) is a man's man. And from a very early age he was my role model.

But then you grow up...

And if you were brought up like me, you were brought up on the four terrestrial channels (Don't get me started on how the arrival of Ch 5 and subsequent let down) this meant a strong dependency on VHS tapes as our only form of alternative entertainment. And with it came a different yet familiar hero. Yes I'm about to mention my penchant for Bollywood again. The Indian hero always got the girl and mimed to a mean tune on his way there. In fact etched upon my memory is how simply through the power of dance did one Bollywood zero become a hero. Apologies for the obscure reference.



But then you grow up...

And you can watch Hollywood films that promote The Hero who gets the girl in a bloodied white vest and who said some mean words along the way. And you begin to think if sinister Europeans took over an office building whether you could really be half as cool as John McClane.



But then you grow up...

And you realise you never will be an action hero or a superhero so your hero becomes more mortal. Maybe He's now a football hero with four kids and married to a former Spice Girl.

See what I mean a world away from Rosa Parks.

Perhaps being a man you're part of the majority you can idolise different figures from history. these people may not have been trailblazers, but damn it they are heroes...in my humble opinion.

But then you grow up...

And you realise something you've known along. You might have a hero closer to home. Someone who's stoic and burps like I've never heard a man burp before. He's raised you and your siblings. And although you might've only had terrestrial TV to watch growing up, you know he's grafted all his life, so you forgive him. Because he bought you your Wolverine action figure, introduced you to Bollywood, turned a blind eye when you watched Die Hard at the age of 10 and lamented with you when Becks left United but most importantly because we've got Sky now.



He's a guide on your journey to becoming a man. Because one day you really do have to grow up.

theguyinthebowtie