See You Next Tuesday

We live in a world where people blame each other for their problems, where people blame others for their problems and further still, people blame other people for other peoples problems. It's a world where feelings and rewards are valued higher than the competition, hard work, responsibility and personal accountability. If your little son Billy sucks at life, then my shining fucking beacon of a child must suffer him and burn a little dimmer for the sake of feelings.

That being said, I must note that am indeed governed by my emotion. I have always prided myself on a moderate amount of  intelligence. (It's the kind of intelligence gained by remembering the right sort of information on television, not from any discipline in study.) But it is not at all within my nature to lead with it. I am governed by my intuition, my feelings. I would like to believe this has less to do with my nurture and more to do with my nature. But if I were honest, I would admit that its probably 50/50. It is with this second point that I actually arrived at my first. Now before you scream at me that one cannot arrive at a logical conclusion through emotion, I will have you know that I Googled that shit and yes you can. Rodney Brim, CEO of Performance Solution Technologies and apparent software salesman flat out used this argument to sell whatever the fuck he was trying to sell. But my point is getting further from me. My point is that I draw the logical conclusion that people value feelings over logic through an emotional reaction. And the reaction was to (brace yourself for something totally laughable and banal) a hipsters post on Facebook. I hope you got a chuckle out of that. I feel that sickening knot in my stomach that tells me I should, too. And I might, if I weren't so aggrieved.

It's about to get a whole less eloquent in here as my mood is quickly shifting (with Gustav Mahler's Piano Quartet in A minor) to full on bitch fest. The situation behind this post is not even going to be commented on  nor are this particular hipsters motives for posting such an obnoxious piece of trash.  I am only going to say that after over a year of building a reputation for themself within a certain faction in the community in the public eye, after more than a year of fundraising, rallying, planning, recruiting, advertising and putting love and affection into something that is not only important to them but to an entire group of women, they had the audacity to try and strike it down in stroke their Mac's keyboard. Yes, that was a jab at their hipsterdom. And yes, that sentence was unbelievably long and riddled with commas.

CUNT. That is the ever so classy word they used to describe me and the rest of the women in question. I suppose they might have had the forethought to intentionally use such a trashy word to further convey their distaste for us, but it is more fun for me to imagine their pseudo intellect reaching for a European derivative to sound more worldly.

I just got a happy, excuse me.

The word itself isn't egregious to me. It's the implication behind it. We live in a world where people blame each other for their problems, where people blame others for their problems and further still, people blame other people for other peoples problems. I am guilty of the third in this line, purposely put at the end to exhibit its ridiculousness. But I am guilty of it, according to said hipster(should I be capitalizing Hipster? Is it a title?). I am a cunt through my inaction. My inaction to get involved in the personal life of other people. When does the line get drawn between personal responsibility and community? Is our existence to now imitate technology and be a free flowing continuum of divulgence and bullshit? When does it cease? When do we say, "enough! I will not take the responsibility for the mistakes of others." I use I because although we were addressed vaguely and cowardly as a group, I react as an individual, offended on my own behalf, and not at the behest of others.

Furthermore, this hipster forgets themself. The use of the word "cunt" against the people in question is one of the most selfish things I have ever witnessed. I see it as indicative of the time we live in. A time when Billy can suck at life and the whole world must pay out for it. The whole world must be accountable, because God forbid someone be to blame for their own actions. What do they forget? They forget being clothed, sheltered, fed, comforted, and otherwise nurtured by the very cunts they mark with such disdain. They forget the warm bed offered to them. The camaraderie. For fucks sake, they forget their reason for using this word in the first place is a product of this organization!

Now, this person might be reading this now. I do not apologize for anything I said. I was called names. My home was belittled and an organization I love was set on a pike; hemorrhaging for any dime store apothecary to poke, prod and examine.

The difference between us here. Your insults and mine?

I am not going to post it on fucking Facebook.

Venice and Halloween

I am subscribed to GOOP. I really couldn't tell you why. I keep telling myself that it's because I want to have a more well rounded  body of disdain to feel for Gwen, but in reality I just enjoy it. She eats macrobiotic (whatever the fuck that is) food, travels to beautiful locales and has a wardrobe my tiny mortal brain couldn't even dream up. She's kind of a big deal. 

For those of you who don't know what GOOP is, get with the fucking program and drink the kool-aid. It's Gwyneth Paltrow's lifestyle/world domination blog. And it's kind of a big deal, too. So why do I bring it up? Because her most recent blog is about a recent trip to Venice for the Italian premiere of her new movie, "Contagion".

 The thing is, it's described as the most decadent and lavish weekend ever. I have never been so envious of a person in my whole life. She said the actual premiere was held at a place called the Sala Grande. I Google Images searched it and came up with the picture below. But the picture's caption stated that the picture was from a place called "The Venice School of San Rocco". And this is the Venice School of San Rocco:

So, "Sala Grande" means "The Great Hall" in Italian. I don't necessarily believe she wants people to think she had her premiere at the place below. I just think she's a pretentious dick. 

On an unrelated side note, I got a new book. I know. It's a fetish. This one is about a woman who has just been granted a candidacy at Harvard for a doctorate in early American colonialism. Her mom is an aging liberal hippie douche and talks her into selling her late grandmothers estate outside of Salem. She does and apparently finds some grand connection between her family line and the witch trials. I don't know, I haven't gotten that far yet. It's a perfect book to read before Halloween, though. My favorite holiday.

American Horror Story starts tonight at 10pm on FX. I am super excited. I am loving Hollywood and it recent trend towards the paranormal and supernatural. One thing we can undoubtedly thank "Twilight" for. I am not saying that analysis is based on facts. But c'mon....c'mon.