Economics, failure, the media, minimum wage. The more I repeat these things to myself, the more my bitter hatred towards a system designed to see me fail grows. I would like to go forward and thank the public education system for giving me a head start in this world, I can multiply. In fact, I can even add myself to the majority of others that have given up on a future they will never come close to achieving in a world that force-feeds pre-packaged twenty something post dream retirement plans.
Pop culture also holds a very special place in my heart, and maybe even your psyche. In a culture that prides itself on ignorance and self deception, total immersion in the world and styles of those living the, “dream” come before constructive criticism of ones own surroundings. The quest for bling has begun, and the pace is feverish.

All discontent aside, I feel fear for the society I am a part of. When the realization that your picture will never be on the cover of people magazine sets in, consumerism provides a means to fill the gap. Of course not everyone knows your name, but the whole neighborhood will not ignore your brand new 42 inch flat screen Sony television that you worked 8 unfulfilling months to pay for. We all spend past our means in a feeble attempt to be what we could never be; Swedish made furniture on layaway, loans at the bank, all for what? Peer recognition; and if so at what cost?

Call me anti consumer, point the gun at my head and pull the trigger. I would rather die for what I believe in than be raped of my freedoms another day. If we don’t take back what we deserve now, future generations may not even have to will to do so. This is all for now. Oh and you can’t fight fashion, you’d be naked without it.

-Graham Robertson