Good Intentions

I felt like I should write more.

Our feeds are full of obnoxious twerps trying to grab attention. Many are harmless (e.g., We Rate Dogs, the lady who makes toads that are hamburgers, most potters). Others are mere day-traders in the surging toxicity-for-money exchange. But some are, simply, idiots who don’t see the harm in corporate-branded authoritarianism.

That’s a problem. But it feels out of our control. If this the direction the world is going, the logic goes, it’s because we want it that way.

I’m not so sure. The problem, I figure, is that too many decent, civic-minded people see no recourse. The only way to survive in the game is to play it. We have to make rent, put food on the table. The cheap entertainment gets you through the day and that’s enough.

Maybe there is no recourse. Maybe the oligarchs and corporate interests have too much pull. Maybe not. But, either way, we should try to use our flawed, human voices instead of lying limp as the Labubu-branded plush pillow presses down.