I guess I’m forced to conclude that wealthy white people lead the greatest lives of all possible human lives, ever.
Otherwise, I can’t imagine why else 98% of all television, radio, music, movies, books, and FUCKING BLOG POSTS are them getting paid to talk about the vapid, overpriced nonsense they do all day.
I can’t even listen to the classic rock station anymore, because apparently DAUGHTRY is considered classic rock now.
And who, in God’s name, thinks DAUGHTRY belongs on the same station as AC / DC?
This may be racist, but I’m fairly certain that request was not made by a black guy with a blue collar job.
People ask me why I spend so much time farting around with my own imagination, writing and making things I’ll never finish and therefore never produce for money. The most basic answer is - especially on the weekends - I have to entertain myself with SOMETHING that didn’t come from someone who lives in a house with a shoe-buffer. It’s bad enough I have to work with / for these people all week. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let them monopolize my free time, the petty narcissistic shits.
I’ll grant them this - video games, as a great whole, seem relatively free from some kind of passive pro-WASP affluence agenda. Yes, they’re made by the same people. But other than something like the Sims, and maybe the Call of Duty games (depending on how you interpret those horrible plots), it’s not like Skyrim and Angry Birds and GTA are trying to tell me how awesome kale is. GTA V takes place in pretend LA so it certainly shows affluence, but everyone it portrays as a part of it is an idiot or insane, and you can always pull out an RPG launcher and start blowing up cop cars. Video games still manage to provide a certain degree of escapism.
See, everyone thinks I’m chemically depressed. What they won’t hear from me is that I DON’T FEEL LIKE THIS the moment I can extricate myself intellectually from the cultural world of horrible people who do horrible things for horrible reasons. I don’t feel “depressed” when I’m writing, by myself. I only feel “depressed” when I have to sit there and listen to two goateed guys in sports logo shirts talk about the best lease deal on a new hybrid crossover.
I don’t even fucking know what the hell that is. But judging from my history with these people, it’s probably yet another vehicle with the capacity of a minivan, but with a truck front end, so that men who are insecure enough to feel feminized by driving certain cars, and care about that in the first place, can still take the kids to soccer practice and come back with a functioning penis. Lucking their wives, amiright??
No. I don’t want to listen to these people yelling on the radio, or singing about how they want to get women drunk and fuck them, or watch them “flip” houses to sell to carbon copies of themselves. This isn’t a bold declaration, because everyone here feels the same way I do, which is why we’re here and not at CHURCH or wherever right now.
But I think all of this is worth articulating, because I certainly feel a very real, very terrible pressure from all of this cultural garbage constantly being flung at me by people who want my money. Perhaps I’m too sensitive, but if so, I am, and it remains what it is.
And I’m sick and tired of it getting in my head.