the grinch is a liberal
Two reminders: Entries are no longer being accepted for the Pro-War Jingle Contest. Judging will commence this weekend. Winner announced when I get around to it. Don't forget that my boobies have been moistened and bared for a good cause (not just the Statia thing, but breast cancer awareness as well).
the grinch is a liberal
I knew I could count on the lovely folks at Indymedia to give me something to write about tonight.
From the Chicago edition of Indy: They’re Back! The Marshall Field Holiday Windows Highlight Disparity
Former Citizens in a capitalist community have been relegated to members of the Shopping Class. Their fantasies and desires have been successfully documented and dissected by marketing moguls. Those desires are then recreated and mirrored back to them from behind the windows of stores like Marshall Fields…
Former citizens? I guess.Once we start Christmas shopping we give up our citizenship. And buddy, if my fantasies and desires have been documented by the marketing moguls and put into store windows, this I gotta see. I just hope the vice squad doesn't see it.
We, the Shopping Class, have the right to vicarious fulfillment of our deepest desires---all we have to do is LOOK and then live in longing… If we really want and deserve what we desire, we will WORK…and thus prove ourselves worthy. Bogus.
Well fuck me with a chainsaw! What the hell am I working for if not to fulfill my desires (housing and food are desires, you know).
Needless to say, I do not look upon the new holiday windows at Marshall Field with awe and longing...I passed the MF windows today, and while I kept my eyes averted from the ghastly glare of paned consumerism, I could not so easily avoid the music being pumped onto the heads of passers-by: “Look on the bright side of life!” A weathered homeless man kept time to the song with his shaking cup of change. Shake-shake. Shake-shake. Look on the bright side of life…!
Wait. I have to digest that "ghastly glare of paned consumerism." College freshman creative writing student? As for that weathered homeless man begging for change, there's probably three McDonald's within walking distance that would hire him to at least clean the bathrooms so he doesn't have to stand in the crowd of holiday shoppers and shake-shake his tin cup. Oh, I forgot. He has too much PRIDE to work at McDonald's.
Soon MF passers-by will have the opportunity to smugly avoid the spirited street drummers performing for spare change or warm clothing. They will have the opportunity to crowd the MF windows in clumps, collectively side-stepping those less fortunate who stand on the sidewalk, between the windows, in the empty grey solid concrete spaces. Look on the bright side of life!
You dumb fucknozzle. Just because I'm standing around looking at gaudy holiday decorations in a department store window doesn't mean I haven't dropped a hefty amount of my yearly salary on various charitable organizations. That's pretty presumptious and generalizing of you. And for the record, I hate when the damn homeless people make me step over them as I'm trying to get into a store to spend my hard earned money. Yea, I'm looking at the bright side of life. I have a roof over my head and food on my table because I work 40 hours a week, and even when I was so close to poor I had to look in the couch cushions to gather enough change to buy a quart of milk, you can bet your Ben and Jerry's t-shirt that I would have taken a job cleaning up elephant shit before I begged strangers to put pennies in a can so I can eat.
But November 29th, 2002 is Buy Nothing Day. A day I CAN dig!
And I'll be doing exactly what I was doing last Buy Nothing Day; shopping. Extravagant, impulsive, whimsical shopping.
On that day, we, as members of the Shopping Class can IGNORE our central purpose in capitalist society. We can choose to not shop. The day is utterly useless, however, if we shop heavily the day before in order to stock up for the next day....
Try some deodorant, a hairbrush and a bar of soap. Maybe a razor.
If you ask me, we have a major chance to send an economic statement on Buy Nothing Day. A statement of collective inactivity on the department store floors. A statement equivalent to forcing a single middle finger high into the air and smiling widely….
Well, I didn't ask you. But since you mentioned it, I'll add my two cents. Don't stand around and complain that the fucking economy is in ruins and then start some great movement to not buy anything. Economic statement? How is "let's not put any money into the economy" a statement of anything but idiocy? Just what are you protesting here? High prices? Materialism? Consumerism? Christmas? Do you people every fucking smile and enjoy life? I bet every time one of you tofu-breaths drops dead, your last thought is "Damn, I wish I bought more shit." As for your middle finger held high in the air, you can take it, stick it up your dirty ass and rotate it. In your name I will be buying my kids the most expensive, worthless crap I can find this Christmas. And I'm going to step over your homeless friends to get into the store when I do.
Bah humbug, you simplistic, idealistic twit.
*note: this post is not an invitation to start an argument about classism or any kind of ism. Bugger off if that's your intention. I'm not in the mood.