My anti-capitalism rant

For capitalism to perpetuate itself and to remain as significant a force in all of our destinies, it must manufacture pleasantries and innovations that impress us. It must also one up the past. Commercials get racier, tv shows get more explicit in language, music also gets more explicit and racier. Cell phones have to become even more intelligent ‘smart’ phones, computers need to be capable of doing what was just moments ago considered impossible, televisions have to show you a better picture, video games have to be more realistic, graphic, and make the person playing the game feel as if they are in the game, not just playing it.

It is only so long before we’re alone in every way. Before we leave our homes only to make money or get food. We’ll interact so few times because everything we need can be delivered to our homes, or we have the toys the satiate ourselves. And we’ll be well enough alone because what we’ll have in our home -sex toys, massage chairs, modules that entertain us like TVs, online social networking sites- will ensure us chemical reactions that keep a frown saved for the next moment none of these devices turn on. Its fucking depressing. As introverted as I am, I fret the inevitable future we seem to be gravitating towards at the speed of leisure. The number of cynics will grow as people face regular odds (arguably increasing odds) of disappointment, heartbreak, physical threat, and so on.

Not to fucking mention the self-esteem and self-efficacy that’ll motivate this change. Children already envy pop stars and figures in our pop culture, and because of that they’ll never fathom a value in their own lives. You’re not as beautiful as Rhianna, lil girl, so why love yourself? You’re not the man Gerald Butler or whoever is on the cover of Sports illustrated is, so you’re merely a coward, young man.

Bullshit. I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do, but I’ll figure out something to offset or slow down this progression, if only slightly. A hopeless fight, but a fight worth fighting none the less. It’ll take confidence I don’t have as of right now, but I’ll get there. And though this is a call for arms made on a fucking website, I’d be glad to not know I was going in alone. I suppose the most that can be done from this a a reblog, or some shit. I just hope the words resonate, we’re too important to lose each other.