So, I made the mistake of picking a performing arts degree, so I spend most of my days pondering how pointless of a degree it is. I did manage to pick a module about performance protest, and while some of it gets a bit bullshitty, there’s been other parts like looking at native American performance/protest at the Dakota pipeline and stuff, which have been interesting and useful.
Yesterday there was some group work. It was a bit of a brainstorming exercise but as a group we settled on the idea of spamming the illegal immigrant report line/letterbox with shit so that new reports wont go through. Ok, it’s nothing amazing, but it served the purpose of the exercise we were given.
Then this girl speaks up. Previously her contribution to class has been telling everyone about how she culturally enriched herself by going on holiday in places where poor people exist.
On our idea, she says that it might be illegal to do, so we should create a fake website and have people fill that in as a symbolic message.
A FAKE WEBSITE FILLED IN AS A SYMBOLIC MESSAGE
At that moment I realised why the arts seem so useless at changing things. It’s jam packed with trust fund kiddies.
that is complete insanity. what could possibly drive someone to have that thought at my young age? To remove all potency from the tiniest little act. Seriously ghoulish.
Some of my coworkers regularly get into debates about how they would run out workplace if they owned it (they never will). And you’d think they’d talk about running it more efficiently or more rights to the workers? Nope, they’ll fantasize about reducing PTO, lowering pay, and mandating longer work hours for everyone. One guy regularly says “when I started I made $8 per hour and that was enough.”
They’re so ingrained with neoliberal conservative nonsense they have ceased to identify with their own interests and instead live on imaginary bourgeois interests.
And I tried unionizing there
God, what’s the point of fantasy if you just imagine something worse
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