To all members of the first, second, and third worlds, this is a declaration. This is my statement, one middle class, American educated, politically and spiritually liberal, born and bred consumer.
I live in a Globalized, consumption obsessed world. My culture has been plasticized, and the workings of society have been co-opted to feed the free market. As I watch WallyWorlds brutally sacrifice more of our civilization, I try to peer ahead. I will not sit idly by. I will invest in an endorsement free alternative.
This is an examination of the state of my existence, and my intentions.
My system of life has been fabricated. It is pervasive, it is cultural, it is social, and it has shaped, and starved me. I live the atomic life. Experiences and relationships are quantified. My culture chose to forsake understanding and sympathy, for the shiny untruth of modernity.
The Trickle-down effect didn’t. I say “FUCK TRICKLE-UP!”
The members of the first world are living in plastic culture. Companies have tried to brand every part of American life. In order to compete, Universities, Churches, and Government branches have all taken to branding themselves. Those factions that haven’t branded have been rendered ineffectual or obsolete. All groups with size or public holdings automatically lose perspective, purpose, and point when they reach for the branded robe. Inherent in branding is a loss of soul, branding is the new mode of (non)production.
What is left for me to do? My very being is sculpted by ads and TV. My identity might well be a construct of dreamlike wish-fulfillment and youth marketing. NO LONGER will I be a commodity. No more, will I accept the role of target audience.
Must I,
Rebel wholeheartedly? Turn into true DIY punk. Start the revolution by making my own paper to print handouts on. Renounce my laptop, car, cell phone, Ipod. Never buy into another consumer racket. Reject money and the commoditization of labor. Work on a farm to make local food. Tell everyone to adopt my ways; shove my counter-culture down their throats.
Or
Subvert the system. Work from the inside like a true espionage agent. By day a student hippy, by night a culture jammer, an ad-buster, an abstainer, an in(ve)stigator. Use technology against itself. Brand everything, only so that others can’t. Out ad, out market, out sell the competition. Be so edgy that no one can keep up. Bring branding into a dialog. Screw trademarks… public space = public property. You shove your logo in my face; I’ll flame it from the inside. Carve out my un-culture, from the detritus of the atomic life.
I pick my battles. I will reject lazy forms of consumerism. I must point out the questionable ethics of running a university as an “all inclusive” cloistered package. It’s not community if you are forced into it. Where is the surprise in “drinking” or “drug” culture? How else can a population of youth, stranded without role models – young adults who contribute – escape the ever-present anxiety of the college campus? There is no release; the pall will not lift. Only by drowning in poison can we act out our ritual suicide and escape the sterile. So it is.
The inroads of cultural fetishism have led me to this.
There is no culture, unless I make it so. True culture happens when one is not at work or school. Work is unethical. I will never work. I will do what I want; I will participate in culture and be sustained. To free culture it is;
Resolved,
1. Everyone will brand.
2. No brand is sacred.
3. Brands will be incongruous. They will be absurd, organic, imagined.
4. Certain spaces must be made brandless.
5. Criticism and Transparency are peerless.
6. Companies must be defied.
7. Individuals must be supported.
8. Collaboration and Cooperation, not companies and corporations.
9. Any large groups of people will be perceived as threats.
10. There is no such thing as consensus, only fascism.
11. Certainty is the only evil.
12. Paradox is the only good.
This is not a carefully constructed essay! This is not a fatalistic an ars poetica. I have life, vibrancy, edge, freedom. I say let girls wear no shirts, and boys wear skirts! To all who view my claims as posturing or platitudes, I yell PHILISTINES! I will not watch the ignorance of apathy go unchecked!