Yeah, certainly isn't: but if *no* one does, doesn't that preserve the illusion that most people are supposed to be or act all 'squeaky-clean' and uniform in the *first* place? Maybe that's part of *why* we all get treated as cogs in a machine, expected to take all the burdens of not being 'perfect' while those who play that game the *best* end up sitting in boardrooms, running the world...Badly... cause they don't have an idea in their *heads.*
Definitely the dumbest thing I ever saw in the corporate world: they exclude or file off everything and everyone that doesn't fit in a succession of ever-smaller-boxes and then, end up with a room full of stuffed-shirts, who they gotta hire someone to tell 'Try thinking outside the box,' :)
I mean, I know the score, but in some ways, a lot of this is just trying to adapt and preserve the mediocrity problem for a really intrusive 'information age.' ...and that's what worried me about playing *into* that, too much: cause people *aren't* mediocre, mostly: Brilliant. Tragic, in pain, full of joy and revelry, They hurt, play, f--- around, commit shining acts of heroism and simple gentleness, they're colossally-stupid, occasionally-nasty, and *freakin' inspired.*
We're not mediocre creatures. We're beautiful. All of us. We aspire, we fail, we try again, *we strive,* and *we are not made for boxes like some illusion of conformity.* And I don't think the 'wired' corporate world wants to deal with that. They want *boxes.* But what if that's not *true?* Never mind our *best.*
I've gotten a lot more cautious in my 'old age,' if not just *cowed,* (Grr.) And I know it's different when other people are involved, especially when you aren't like freaking Bat-girl anymore. There was a time when I figured *someone* had to fly the freak-fag. My sweetie's actually bolder than I am about it, (Which gives me no end of stress, let me tell you,) but I know *exactly* how few people I can take on and expect to go home that night.
And that's OK, you know, but it's also stupid and awful, and if the people writing paychecks would rather make everyone go through dances like they're Ward and June Cleaver, rather than see and be what they've really got, then, well, that's just *stupid.*
There's an opportunity here that people are just missing. There may be need for some illusions, but the ones that really *hurt* us *actually* involve some notions that 'other people' are supposed to be 'happily motoring along' in some conformity which *is not even* what people actually live. Maybe it can't and shouldn't be *everyone,* but someone's got to be honest.
Ever see that old movie 'Pump Up The Volume?' ....It was about pirate radio, but it's the same sort of thing. People in general, just shouldn't have to *hide* anymore. We're so busy *hiding* we don't even really *express* ourselves in ways that *were* done through stupid-seeming dances like fashion and etiquette and propriety, but we *do* get a double-dose of the inhibition, now. and I think that's why there's some acrimony about FB and why even, accordingly, people are just resenting *cameras.* And it's not about the big ones they can see, it's about the ones they know they can't. And the big ones are just the ones they can *see* and that's why the glares. It's not really *about* that, though. I'm halfway to shooting Graflex to get the shots I want, here. (Past time to put a hood on this Yashicamat, at least.) People *know* their boundaries are pretty violated, what they *don't* get is. A sense it's not really a surveillance machine. Judging them on every little thing.
