angst and rant and internet
So I've spent tonight reading Barbara Ehrenreich's Nickel and Dimed. What a fucking eye-opener. Imagine spending all day as a robot, disregarding everything you've ever thought about self-esteem or healthy ego management. Imagine being ordered around constanty by parasitic middle management whose number one goal is to keep you looking busy. Imagine invasive drug tests, blithely impoverished co-workers, violently poor nutrition, terrible housing and predatory employment practices. Goddamn! I thought that I had a rough time navigating life recently--my troubles and worries and concerns are both petty and yet spot-on: my only fear in life is to float at a level of constant survival, stress and struggle, with an air of personal worthlessness and inhumanity present at all times.
Our glorious fucking number one God-bless-America treats millions of people like this. And they barely get by feeding their kids or treating their medical problems, which were caused by pollution, intoxicants, or slavish workplaces.
Bwagh! I think I'm gonna pinch a summer out of my birthday money and volunteer quietly at a library or union or something.
Our glorious fucking number one God-bless-America treats millions of people like this. And they barely get by feeding their kids or treating their medical problems, which were caused by pollution, intoxicants, or slavish workplaces.
Bwagh! I think I'm gonna pinch a summer out of my birthday money and volunteer quietly at a library or union or something.