Damnit all if I haven't been away in awhile. Of course as you can tell merely by the intro I'll probably have nothing interesting to say short of "Whoa, I've been gone..." and "Whoa, now I'm back". And indeed you would be correct.
Or at least very nearly correct...
You see as well as planning to say something interesting in the near future, I'll do you one better and bring up the idea of something interesting, thus possibly leading to more interesting dialogue at a later date. (How many times am I bloody going to say "interesting" in this blog?)
Has anyone ever watched "Sparkhouse"? Very well done English drama, which correct me if I'm wrong, takes place in Yorkshire? And follows the lives of two young lovers, Andrew and Carol. (Carol played by the thoroughly lovely Sarah Smart.) I say well done because Sallyt Wainwright, who wrote the teleplay, really seemed to know intimately and capture the strange and rare bizzarities that love is always coupled with. And not just lusty puppy lets fuck and never speak to one another again love, but love beyond station, income, marital status, indeed anything and everything until blood stops bounding through your veins. The real thing in other words, but there begs my question, in pertaining to, big surprise, the American mindset.
In the end, Andrew, despite the fact he's married and has a child, begs Carol, just recently married herself, to run away with him. After a scuffle, he gets his ass beat and tossed off the farm. Later he is found dead after opening up his own veins. Suicide. Pfft, figures.
Albeit a rather Japanese ending, I know that most Americans see what Andrew did as a lapse into weakness. I've heard this same Barbaric, Neanderthal mentality applied to psychology. No one is ever really mentally ill, they just have flaws of character. Aren't disciplined enough. That attitude reflects itself in our love stories. It's almost always the man going to some insane lenght to get the girl of his dreams who doesn't know he exists. Occasionally the girl who really loves him is his secretary or goofy best friend.
The frightening thing to me is both scenarios are horrible Capitalistic punchlines. Sheer propaganda. If you want a girl, no matter how bizzare and unpractical it may be, just get a really good job and buy her shit until she succumbs. Sky write her name, have Michael Jordan come out of retirement and play and exhibition game in her honor. Buy her a big shiny rock that people die daily to provide the love-stricken of our country. She'll shag you sooner or later. Everybody has got a price.
Or even better. Look, you've been shit on by the system. You'll never make enough money to get that girl. Why not settle for the girl who lives in the same dump you do? Lord knows she'll be low maintenance, and she'll probably make you more happy anyway. Let the guys with cash go after the Charlize Theron's of the world. Go home and appreciate the Cate Blanchet you ended up with.
I'm not a fan of suicide. I don't think it solves much. Often I think it's a bit cowardly. But I am a fan of being sincere. Of being genuine. Andrew was controlled by his parents his whole life. He found himself making the same mistakes over and over and he was only getting more miserable. If someone could have been there for him, he probably wouldn't have killed himself, but let's not start calling the guy names. Let's not say he was weak, or crazy or undisciplined. He was in love. That brings with it its own set of circumstances.
I'd rather make fun of the guy in the Cialis commercial. He can't get it up. What a loser, what a sexless, neuter freak. What a failure as a man. How undisciplined, how weak of him not to be hard. How pathetic...oh wait, that's a medical condition you say? Not fair of me you say? Well I say depression, tragic tortured love, is just as, if not more of a legitimate condition. So lets stop all the name calling bollocks.
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3 comments:
uhhh what? Fucking nerd. lol
We seem to be thinking along the same wavelength tonight. There is something in Americans that seems to distrust the mind. What I mean by that is that Americans seem to believe that the innerworld is, at best, background noise to the 'real' or external world, at worst a fallacy of neurotics intellectual dilettantes.
It's simpler I suppose to live in a world where everything has a reason. Where if your depressed, it's your fault. We like blame I've noticed. Ambiguity terrifies us more than anything. Those gray areas where you wake up and find the things in your life have lost their luster. Could this be an existential crisis? Could this a rejection of the shallow surface values and the other mind numbing pleasantries that grease the mechanisms of daily life, or even a bad day?
Nope. America has spoken, and the answer is medication. Lots of it. Pills for everything. Pills for every mood, every emotion can be synthesized, augmented, every situation mended. Chemically that is. Remember, there is no money in facing your own soul. Souls are difficult to accessorize with, so instead we Americans have embraced the philosophy of pyscho-capitalistic therapy.
I’m sorry, I seem to be blogging on your blog. Is that a faux paw? It feels like one. Anyone, really, good, deep stuff as usual. The ease and frequency at which your brain leaks insights that most people’s cerebral cortexes liquify upon contact with, is simply obscene. Sycophantic enough? If you don’t like, stop channeling Nietzsche and watch more reality television.
"It's simpler I suppose to live in a world where everything has a reason. Where if your depressed, it's your fault."
To this Haley person:
But isn't a disease as much of a reason as your own fault? I see people blaming their actions on a sickness all the time, girls saying they can fight an eating disorder and so on. It's true, people do tend to give reason to what they can, in my opinion that the main cause for religion. And I say that 'believing' in God, whatever exactly that should mean and all that it implies.
I find it interesting that you say 'we like blame'. Refreshing to hear someone that doesn't completely disclude themself from the faults that he see in society.
J.C, I quite like your writing. And your name. Please excuse me for replying to someone who probably won't even read this.
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