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June 04, 2002

Perhaps my generation is made

Perhaps my generation is made up of a bunch of slackers who prefer to hang out with their buds and slam some Schaefer’s instead of investing on Wall Street or working themselves into an early grave by chasing the almighty dollar. You call me and my guys slackers............... okay, i guess......so..

Following this train of thought, although I can’t follow it for long since my beer is getting warm, I suggest that we tend to recognize and honor the wrong people in our society. As a society we tend to look up to people who work hard for their money, leaving a trail of bodies strewn across their path to success. People like Ted Turner, Martha Stewart, Donald Trump, Bill Gates and Sam Walton are (or were in the case of Sam) revered and thought highly of simply because they put their noses to the grindstone and left innocent victims in their wake as they climbed the ladder of success. Again I say, “So?”

I am more impressed with those people who remain nameless yet still rake in a buttload of cash. Those people who had some lameass idea yet got other people to buy (literally) into it. Those crazes that lasted but a blip on the social radar screen, just long enough to buy a mansion, a rolls, a never ending flow of beer, a helicopter, a birthday party with Van Halen playing the tunes (with Diamond Dave and not the Extreme reject), an assorted group of hookers and a lava lamp. This list of people is short but impressive. The list includes, but is not limited to, the following people:

1. The creator of the cabbage patch doll (still blows my mind, papers????)
2. The owner of Ebay (build it and they will sell. I think I could sell a bag of poop on there, wait a minute, i actually bought a bag of poop on there)
3. The person who developed leg warmers (was it really that cold in aerobic studios??)
4. The pet psychic???? How can we ever tell if she is wrong?? Very smart woman, not to be toyed with.
5. The person responsible for all the "baby on board" signs (like we would see those and think "whew, glad I saw that. I guess I will angrily slam into a different yahoo's car!")
5. Kramer and Mr. Costanza for creating the “Bro”, and FINALLY,
6. The guy who must have been high walking in the woods, picked up a rock, put it in a box and sold it as a pet. Thank God he used his powers for good and not evil. He is/was a genius.

I hear that anything worth having is worth working for, and that things mean more when you work hard for them. That is a great idea, but it would interfere drastically with my ability to drink with my buds whenever I want to. Is society really asking me to choose between my buddies and beer, or a life of buying stuff that is greatly shortened because of stress?

I choose beer. Just don’t ask me to choose between the beer and my buddies……….too close to call.

Posted by Woundwort at June 4, 2002 02:15 PM | TrackBack
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