I wish I had intelligent critiques of life, but I don't. I have little biases based off of what I've seen around me socially and what developments I read about online. I love technology and the advances we've made, and all the accessibility that surrounds our daily lives. Who doesn't? But it seems that the more we advance, the more we start to seem like we're actors in the story of an neo-noir story. It seems that we take one step forward while keeping the other foot planted. What advances have we made, really? The number of hours women devote to housework has not changed since 1930, despite all the advances. All the vacuum cleaners, washers, dryers, trash compactors, garbage disposals, wash-and-wear fabrics.. why does it still take as long to clean the house as it did in 1930? Because there haven't been any advances. Not really. Thirty thousand years ago, when men were doing cave paintings at Lascaux, they worked twenty hours a week to provide themselves with food, shelter, and clothing. The rest of their time? They could play, or sleep, or do whatever they wanted, and they lived in a natural world with clean air, (relatively) clean water, beautiful trees and sunsets. We've had four hundred years of modern science, we ought to know by now what's good for us and what's not good. But instead we choose this life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, mp3 players and electrical tin can openers. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into our mouths. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing away your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats we spawn to replace ourselves. People need to wake up. It's time for a change. Choose your future. Choose life.
this piece brought to you in part by Jurassic Park and Trainspotting
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