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This site is about Manchester’s culture from a personal point of view.
The city is fairly grim, let’s be honest. But grimness can have an up-side: if this place was beautiful maybe the people here wouldn’t care so much about music, clubs and clothes? (And drugs and alcohol… and football…) So you could argue that our local culture blossoms from our disadvantages: we do what we do to make up for what we don’t have.
I formed a bond with this area before I understood there were other places I could be. Why am I still here? EMOTIONAL TIES. Mainly to people, but also to the place itself. (My ties with this place are really ties with my own past life… my emotional ties with myself!)
OUR COLLECTIVE EMOTIONAL INVESTMENT IN THIS PLACE is what gives it value in the eyes of others.
The authorities need to pay MUCH more attention to this and to people’s EMOTIONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH PLACE. It’s our culture which gives our decision makers their CLOUT on the national and international stage; they ignore this at their peril!
We live forwards but understand backwards – Soren Kierkegaard
Having written on this site for a few years, I’ve come to consider Manchester a “bad parent”; growing up here, I had no option but to absorb what was around me…
This conurbation is the product of historical human exploitation on a massive scale. The scars of 19th century exploitation persist not just in the infrastructure and the architecture, but in the attitudes of many who grew up here – grim stoical cynicism, sometimes vicious humour and rife reverse class snobbery.
Many of the city’s high profile pop culture sons resemble rebellious adolescents, even in middle age; and the male domination of this city’s culture is shocking.
Manchester has tended to resent London’s political and economic supremacy in the UK. Our city’s football-dominated world-view has led to a feeling of European fellowship (bypassing London), oddly expressed through adopted Spanish names such as Granada, the Hacienda and Barca, and fed by the appeal of a “South” worth coveting.
“Madchester” was a cultural disaster… It was fun briefly but led down a blind alley. The city’s music and football cultures combined and solidified. Arguably, the city has suffered from creative constipation ever since. Thankfully Graphene somehow managed to squeeze out.
Salford and Manchester are con-joined cities, sharing the same centre which lies within the city of Manchester… Are they joined at the head or the heart? The BBC’s presence will hopefully make up for chronic neglect of Salford’s national and international profile.
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