This theory goes very well with the idea that 90% of everything is crap: moving it up to 95% percent matches more cleanly with the two standard deviations above and below the norm in a bell curve of things.
I would like to point out that no one needs more theories to induce neurosis: we have plenty. It's a common ploy to get someone emotionally drawn into an idea by playing the idea as "you're a baaaaad parent because of something you do I just discovered is baaaaad so feel my wrath made of guilt!" Meh.
Our parents grew up in a world of lead paint, toxic fumes, lack of seat belts and sharp metal edges on clothing. They're often still around to give us grief. We grew up in a world of choking hazards, just say no and all sorts of loopy that made us conclude "oh, you're just hanging me up to get me addicted to your jive. No thanks, we recycle our psychodrama in this pyre."
Let's face it: making things leads to waste. If product manufacture leads to excessive waste, then a company spends more money on waste removal than on product sales. The old answer was "dump faster". The new answer is "someone will pay me to take this crap away and turn it into a cyborg army of the undead in Michigan." There's money in things we throw away -- or mobsters wouldn't run the garbage trucks.
The only way things actually change is when there is money in it. Guilt alone does not move the world.
Two and a half years ago, many of my friends freaked out because W won a second term. I mean, y'all freaked the eff out. I couldn't take it. The next day I bought an iPod and tuned out for the next six months.
I'm very glad I did that. I was drained from very bad about having to deal with hard core problems in my personal life. I had to accept that karma will respond as necessary, that this was not my time to make a difference. I had to build a cocoon of music so that I could figure out what I needed for myself before I could help others again.
I feel a lot more sane now than I did in late 2004. That was a hard time for me. I have learned how to help again and how to be sane in the world while using my insanity creatively.
If some chemical ate part of my brain when I was a baby (because I shoved averything in my mouth when I was a kid and frankly I still do), I still wound up decent. I am reminded of the old Joe Jackson line: "Everything gives you cancer."
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Date: 2007-04-12 06:56 pm (UTC)I would like to point out that no one needs more theories to induce neurosis: we have plenty. It's a common ploy to get someone emotionally drawn into an idea by playing the idea as "you're a baaaaad parent because of something you do I just discovered is baaaaad so feel my wrath made of guilt!" Meh.
Our parents grew up in a world of lead paint, toxic fumes, lack of seat belts and sharp metal edges on clothing. They're often still around to give us grief. We grew up in a world of choking hazards, just say no and all sorts of loopy that made us conclude "oh, you're just hanging me up to get me addicted to your jive. No thanks, we recycle our psychodrama in this pyre."
Let's face it: making things leads to waste. If product manufacture leads to excessive waste, then a company spends more money on waste removal than on product sales. The old answer was "dump faster". The new answer is "someone will pay me to take this crap away and turn it into a cyborg army of the undead in Michigan." There's money in things we throw away -- or mobsters wouldn't run the garbage trucks.
The only way things actually change is when there is money in it. Guilt alone does not move the world.
Two and a half years ago, many of my friends freaked out because W won a second term. I mean, y'all freaked the eff out. I couldn't take it. The next day I bought an iPod and tuned out for the next six months.
I'm very glad I did that. I was drained from very bad about having to deal with hard core problems in my personal life. I had to accept that karma will respond as necessary, that this was not my time to make a difference. I had to build a cocoon of music so that I could figure out what I needed for myself before I could help others again.
I feel a lot more sane now than I did in late 2004. That was a hard time for me. I have learned how to help again and how to be sane in the world while using my insanity creatively.
If some chemical ate part of my brain when I was a baby (because I shoved averything in my mouth when I was a kid and frankly I still do), I still wound up decent. I am reminded of the old Joe Jackson line: "Everything gives you cancer."