Sunday, 11 December 2011

No More Biscuit Buying

The world and her auntie have already written about My Transsexual Summer it seems (but that’s probably more to do with who, I follow) so I’ll step clear of a detailed post on the subject. As the last post suggests I’m a little jaded about the whole trans tele thing anyway.  My problems were a lot to do with modern production styles than anything substantive and it posted competitive figures for Channel 4 in that timeslot (not to mention the +1, PVR , online and repeat figures) so they’ll be many more to come for good or bad.
One of the participants recieved a lot of critisum for using the word "tranny" while I respect their right to dislike the word and even object to, I think they need to realise that others are not offended.
An obvious spin-off would be My Transvestite Winter, where the online community can argue whether they really are TV because you, know, one of the participants did something more stereotypically transsexual. There’s also the moment where one decides to walk to post a letter only to realise they haven’t needed to send a letter for a while, all their bills are paid electronically and they haven’t written a letter for a very long time. While looking for an idea she spots the advert for stair lifts, fills in the coupon asking for a brochure and pops it in an envelope leaving her ground floor flat into the late night air.
The group then visit all the well-known haunts, the Way Out Club, Pink Punters, Sparkle and the branch of Marks and Spenser on Regent Street, Swindon. Where they receive a lot of looks and plenty of attention, which can be edited so it appears they’re all looking at them not the large camera crew trailing them.
And they’ll still be doing something more interesting than buying biscuits.

2 comments:

Lynn Jones said...

Now is the (transvestite) winter of our discontent,
Vain glorious telly of sons & daughters re-mixed,
And all PR that raises our cause,
In the deep closet, our secrets stay buried.


With sincere apologies to Mr W Shakespeare. :-)

How about an more Mission Impossible style take on it? (TransMission Impossible?).

Give a tranny - ooh, there's that word again - a set of those glasses with a hidden camera built in.

Now film them going through their daily life - perhaps not buying biscuits - and see how many everyday folk just don't care either way. What we do with bigots, tho... well, that's for the SMS text vote at the end of the programme. :-P

C B said...

It seems - what do I mean - so hard in a day of online anything to have an excuse for my first walk thru the door en femme.
Actually tea and biscuits might be the only option available!
Seasons greetings, Caroline.