Matt Elsbury : It's All About You
With some heavyweight discussions flying around the news, particularly around climate change and the carbon tax (my view? Not believing in climate change is like walking out onto a freeway not believing in traffic... in so many ways), I thought I'd take a look at a couple of lighter, less substantial areas of communication – and how much they piss me off.
Coming in to add some extra fuel to the fire is the music industry. Every so often, a pop diva will release one of these “I'm Wonderful, You're Perfect, And If Anyone Disagrees, They Can F[ILLEGAL IN VICTORIA]k Off” anthems. Christina Aguilera, P!nk, and most recently Lady Gaga have all had a crack. The problem is that for every person who has been bullied into a state of personal misery and doubt, who can take solace in such a track, there are a dozen egotistical tools using it as a shield to protect their toolishness. “Hear that? That's Lady Gaga telling me I don't have to turn my phone off just because you're trying to watch the show, because I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way.” Actually, you were born without a phone. You were born naked, damp and screaming, and if that's the way you choose to go through life, good luck in your next job interview.
The combination is quite potent. With the advertisers on one side trumpeting that you deserve whatever you want, now, and the pop noises on the other making sure your self-esteem is a danger to low-flying aircraft, large bubbles are being created. They are bubbles of special, each containing a human in all their perfection, owed the world and everything that's in it, by simple virtue of turning up. The problem is, each ad and each song makes the bubble bigger, and then it finds itself squeezing against another bubble of special containing a human in all their perfection owed the world and everything that's in it by simple virtue of turning up. There are only so many World-And-Contents packages available – one, at last count – and so as these bubbles get bigger and more numerous, the bursting will begin. Each of these people that Gaga was, of course, singing to personally, will resent others impeding on their birthrighteous domain, and the fabric of reality will be shredded in a rage of screeching, slapping and facebook status updates.
And, if they're lucky, the bubble-occupiers won't get what they actually deserve.
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