A new London diva has been born - Mamy Rock is a 70-year-old retired widow who, after attending her grandson's birthday party at a "disco", fell in love with electronic music and the dance culture. She put on a pair shades, big earings and a sparkly Adidas track suit and began DJ-ing. This reminds me of the women in Southern Serbia who launched a house painting business but also of my 87-year-old grandpa who, having heard some electronica from my computer, thought it was very "interesting and modern" music.Mamy Rock's style is a bit too commercial for my taste, but she seems to be very popular - she performed at the trendiest Cannes Film Festival parties. Not surprisingly, the night her grandson's birthday, when she had just been Ruth Flowers and not Mamy Rock, the bouncers gave her funny looks and tried to talk her out of entering the club.
Why do we slam doors on others, and ourselves, based on what "category" we belong in? When I was little, I dreamt of being a jokey or a cashier. Ever wonder what direction your life would have taken if it weren't for the clearly defined categories that mapped most of it out for us?
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