This I knew about Egypt prior to this week of turmoil: The pyramids are there, and at night lights from the highly populated banks of the river Nile can be seen from outer space. That would be about it. I am a journalist, an educated man, known to know at least tiny bits of many things.
Yet for some reason Egypt has totally slipped my mind.
I’ve since caught up with the news flow and have, as many others, followed the reporting from Cairo live on al-Jazeera. Still I would have a hard time telling you who’s who and what’s what in the current demonstrations. For sure I wouldn’t be able to map out what will come next. It’s simply embarrassing not to know and, far worse, it could ruin my reputation as a Know It All.
My friend, the mighty Hasan Ramic, is an astonishing writer with tons of knowledge in the fields of hip hop and dancehall (and everything in between). For many years I was afraid to let out how little I knew about the artists he spoke about. I could – as I do these days – have said ‘seriously dude, I have no fucking idea who Vybz Kartel is’; yet all I could master a couple of years ago were variations of the phrase ‘oh, yeah, I’ve heard about him. He’s OK, I guess’.
I was a music critic by trade. I had to lie to keep face. Oh, the glory of pop cultural anxiety. It’s brought down men and women far more intelligent than me.
The best part is there’s always a way out of an embarrassing situation. Each time somebody asks me for my thoughts on Egypt, I answer simply by talking about social media. It’s interesting, I say, to see that this is one of the first really important Facebook fueled revolutions (this, I’ve been told, is partly true). No discussions about Mubarak. No discussions about the Islamic Brotherhood. I am safe. Talking about social media is easy; I can keep such a discussion alive for ten minutes without losing face. The person I talk to will consider me to be a bright person.
There are those who’d say this is a childish way of social interaction. They are, of course, spot on. But sometimes it’s utterly important to keep a straight face in any given hierarchy. In order to remain successful, one must always uphold the image of success.