WHY (Y) WHY
I stand admiring the Princes' Gates from below. Completely entranced by it's architectural elements, I find myself romanticizing the simplistic world that existed at the time of it's erection. I'm nostalgic for those pre-internet years, and more importantly my pre-internet brain. And yet, here I am, playing my role in Generation Y as a blogger – a generation defined by it's lethargic, yet entitled nature, materialistic thoughts, and it's need to glorify undeserving idols.
When I initially closed the door on my previous blog, The Pretty Vain, I had anticipated a smooth and easy transition to Bratty B – was I ever wrong. Almost immediately I was overcome by my own curiosity regarding my motives and objectives to re-starting the process. While I've long known the benefits to blogging, I've also struggled immensely with being the face of the site - notoriety can be great, however the attention it brings will not always be positive in nature. With a heavy head I began questioning whether I continue with this passion, or simply put it to bed. And then I was reminded of this quote:
“We have to create culture, don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you’re giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told ‘no’, we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. ‘Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.’ And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.”
With that, I welcome you to the Bratty B roadshow.
I hope you'll join me.