Poking from a variety of people but, more importantly, an insistent prodding from my own pudding-like consciousness has prompted me to rejuvenate this page. People to blame for damages forthcoming are my lovely wife, my darling sister, and a variety of friends (you know who you are). Alternately, there’s my puddled–or is that muddled?–mind to keep accountable. Afterall, I mean, really, who am I to refuse the internal ramblings I’m prone to? Ye gods, I’ve a multi-month backlog of shit to spew…!
Thus, without further ado…
The hell is it with people wearing t-shirts, not having the faintest clue as to the significance of the sign they sport? Do you have any idea, dear reader, how many times I’ve seen an adolescent wearing this emblazened on their chest? Far. Too. Fucking. Often.
Fortunately, I’m in a position to do something about it.
Try this one out for yourself, should you ever have the chance–begin discussing Sartre’s assertion that Che Guevara is “the most complete human being of our age”. Prompt them as to their beliefs regarding Marxist theory and whether or not Che’s attitudes were, truly, in line with Ol’ Karl’s beliefs. Ooh! Ask them to roleplay! “Hey, I’ll be Lenin, he’ll be Stalin, and you? You get to be the guy on your shirt. Let’s talk communism!” Or, ask them directly: do you know whose image it is that you are displaying for the world to see? Do you know what he stood for?
Seriously, watch ‘em squirm.
Of course, by this point, you probably all think I’m a dick–and I won’t dispute that. But let me tell you, hassling some poor sod about his shirt has, for me, paid off. I’ve had a few of the five boogers I’ve bugged come back to me within weeks, able to engage me in semi-knowledgeable conversation, saying, “I had no idea… wow.”
Hey, my pleasure… it’s what I’m here for. Now, about your taste in music…
That’s kind of funny, since I’m of the same mind when it comes to Che shirts. In addition is the niggling little irony that the shirts are A) the product of an economic system that Herr Guevara was vigorously (and violently) opposed to, and also B) they’re probably made with sweatshop labour.
Life is full of the funny.
Oh…
Welcome back.
frick!
finally.
i had almost lost hope.