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- September 26th, 2009
A very enjoyable part of my day is starting out with the latest issue of Rolling Stone while in the bathroom. I don't know why - I just feels right. For the most part, I disagree with a lot of what it represents, but I still can't shake it. This morning, I was reading a small article about how Kurt Cobain's likeness will appear in the latest Guitar Hero game and pantomime every available song in the game once his avatar is unlocked. Predictably, Courtney Love is rushing out to sue Activision and roll over even more dough in the name of her dead husband. However, the company claims up and down that they're fully within their legal rights to have done this, based on a contract previously signed by Courtney Love. Was she high or drunk? Either way, the whole thing stinks to high heaven. Cobain was clearly not the kind of guy who would have wanted his face all over a 16-bit Super Nintendo game back in 1994 at the time of his death, let alone his virtual self smashing guitars to Bon Jovi tunes. Classy. Would they do the same to Michael Jackson?
Coming into the morning shift today, I see coworkers walking around in pajamas. This bothers me. You come in on Mondays at least kind of well-dressed, but just because it's Saturday, you have to walk in looking like a slob? I'm not a fashion Nazi by any means, but come on. This whole casual attitude surrounding Friday has to go as well. Call me crazy, but I think it's the most important day of the week if you're in an office setting trying to turn over money. It's your last bastion of hope for that week's books. People walk in whenever they want, wearing sandals, only to half-ass their job for five hours before dipping out early. These people don't get fired somehow, and Caroline and I are seen as strange for dressing in a business casual way (nice shirt, jeans, shoes) and leaving when we're supposed to. Screw casual Friday, it's a joke. I shouldn't get angry about this stuff - maybe I should embrace it. But as every calendar year clicks over, and the economy goes further and further down the tubes, I can't help but think that our behavioral patterns as a society have more to do with what's really wrong than do the representatives in Washington or the CEOs of Fortune 500 companies hell bent on doing anything for a little green. We're to blame, we did this, we let it happen. I see it every day in the people I talk to: they could care less. These are the same people calling the President a socialist right now and acting like the whole world is coming to its end because someone wants to help them out. They want to build a wall in a country that spent decades trying to tear them down. The media plays right into it and exploits the whole mentality because it entails revenue for them and their sponsors, who are the faceless sellers of Stupidity, Inc. Times have changed and the information age seems to hold a glimmer of hope for the future, but the last stronghold of that fat, lazy personality is still alive and well. This never would have worked fifty years ago. The KFC Double-Down sandwich (google it), paying more money every month for more commercials on more channels on bigger and pricier televisions, bailing ourselves out of a foreclosure with nowhere to run but China's back pocket? Would people have enjoyed "It's a Wonderful Life" as much if Mr. Potter won and Bedford Falls went under? Is it our willingness to elect without caring about the facts, to get stomped on without notice, or is it the Casual Friday mentality?