Notes on a day: In Which Our Hero Becomes What He Hates

[forsyth]

I can't keep myself from constantly realizing how utterly pointless my job really is. I don't even enjoy it that much, which would let me ignore it. I'm a computer interface half the time, and the rest I'm straightening crap. It's nothing that NEEDS me there to do. I sell people crappy, crippled CDs from an ogliarchy of media companies. The only reason I even have the job is because it'd be nearly impossible to program a computer to do all the various stuff I have to do, there's too much stuff that's simple for people, but really pretty hard. Because it was designed for and by people. But it's really, really, really mind-numbingly pointless.

And there's a limit to how much I can listen to random well off white chick singer bitching about her love life. Thanks to in-store music, I have long passed it.

Also, I was amused by this lady who came in and was buying Star Wars for her kid, and was concerned about how violent it was, but said "at least there's not any sex in it." Her kid was seven. Until kids hit puberty, mostly, they don't care about sex. It's mushy stuff. It's boring weird grownup obsession stuff, kissing and all that. Or it's gross. It's not interesting or anything. And after puberty? Kids are inventive, there's plenty of places they can find sex stuff. Somehow, I doubt seeing boobies is going to make their kids turn into evil little rapscallions. Besides, I'd rather teenagers were having sex instead of going out and beating the crap out of each other, or killing people. I mean, really, you would assume that most parents would hope their kids are going to eventually have sex, and I would think most parents would hope their kids aren't ever going to have to kill anyone. So why is violence worse than sex? I can't figure it out, other than the fact that we have a bunch of body-hating religious zealots in this country, who have media power far disproportionate to their numbers and keep making a big deal out of sex. And if you keep repeating "sex is bad!" long enough, people will sometimes start to think it, even if there's no bloody reason to. "Protecting children!" Protecting them from boobies and sex. Yes. Right. Sure. Nothing more important to protect them from, like, say, parental zealots who're going to leave their kids screwed up for life?
I'm still not actually DOING anything, though. I'm just another lazy consumerist American who can't be bothered to do anything but bitch about stuff. I'm just like the people I like to bitch about.

Tags: Me, Mindscribbles, Sex, Life, The Universe, and Everything

Comments

[kalifla.livejournal.com]

Just like the people you bitch about? Perhaps.

Or maybe you're smarter for NOT rushing into action.

[forsythferret.livejournal.com]

There's a difference between not rushing into action and not ever doing anything. Me? The latter.

Though once I take care of travel reservations and updating a GG thread, I plan to type up a rabble-rousing letter to the editor I intend to send to the local papers, who will gladly ignore it, I'm sure.