Once upon a time, there was a Catholic covent in Singapore. Built in the 1840s, it was run by nuns and then became a school for many generation of young girls. Then, in the late 20th century, it was deconsecrated, summarily patched up, and turned into a series of bars and restaurants set amongst wonderful Gothic archictecture.
There was to be a party. Like most parties involving loud music and alcohol, naughtiness was expected, and the advertising did not shy away from it. Leveraging on the fact that the party was to be held in a former chapel, the organisers ran with the ‘sexy nun’ trope in their marketing.
Catholics were not pleased by this. Particularly since the party had been postponed from its original early-2012 date to the week of Good Friday/Easter Sunday, one of Catholicism’s holiest weeks. And the venue, being part of the colonial Old Town, would be in the vicinity of several historic churches with active congregations. They saw it as an affront, an insult to their religion. Complaints were made, kerfluffles had. Eventually, the venue pulled the plug on the whole shindig, causing the organisers to declare the party canceled. There’s even a police investigation going on.
This irks me. …