I found this amazing comment by Mike Carlton in the Sydney Morning Herald this morning and I could just not resist!
At the Sleaze - I hasten to assure you that I know this only from the pictures on the internet - you have tribes of hairy men cavorting in very small scraps of leather and fat women shoving their naked, spangled boobs at each other, that sort of thing. It is a Saturnalia of fleshy narcissism, but with a certain trashy honesty to it. What you see is what you get.
Not so with the Quadrant fling. The orgy of mutual admiration appears to have been about the same thunderous volume, although without the display of bouncing pink bits, but what you got was the political right congratulating itself on being right with an intellectual dishonesty that was, well, sleazy.
This we can judge from the Prime Minister's speech, which had the usual media toadies stampeding to lavish praise upon it. A king hit in the culture wars, they assured us.
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I am not sure about the only visio being one of hairy blokes or fat women, but the idea that sleaze has a certain honesty in interesting!
I am pretty buggered still from the frivolities of the weekend and trying to get a headstart for the quarter in work has left me with little time to write and do things like this. I am hoping that I get some more time tomorrow!