Yes, it is a question of self-esteem, values in life and where do you come from.

Out of all experiences I have had working class culture has made me think what is creativity in working class context? How do working class people create and what it means to create? As for many welders welding is an art. And I agree. It is a beautiful work and skill. It is creation made possible at work and through that it is possible to understand one’s own creativity and skill. For people in that particular industry cars are an important way of self-expression. They are well taken care of and talked about subject. Man is his car. When a new guy appears at work his car is firstly checked out. It can be brutal, because man’s personality and character depends on his wheels. How about those who take the bus?  Take a guess.

With the thinking of what is working class goes also what it does not want to be.  It cuts itself out of many possibly fruitful things it thinks are not for it. Laborers like to place the blame of misfortunes on others and stick in their own comfortable circles. This I have experienced myself several times. Funnily same goes for the Arts. It is also curious how people like to find mistakes and errors in others instead of searching themselves. Yes, a working class hero exists, and an art hero exists, but from my point of view they are posing shells, nothing else.

After spilling coffee grounds, biking twenty km, I need to bang couple of thoughts. BANG! Pieces of my mind.

 

 

Päivän kirjasuositus: Anthony Giddens, Yhteiskuntateorian keskeisiä ongelmia, Toiminnan, rakenteen ja ristiriidan käsitteet yhteiskunta-analyysissä, 1979

Tee näin

Pukeudu toisella tavalla kuin normaalisti pukeudut.

Untitled photos of women

Apache Oracle said Beverly Hills is burning

Curvy Bell, face on the screen. It is playboy perfect. Why do you seek it, what is the perfect part? I have got this burning desire. There are strange qualifications for perfection.

 

Oh my love has fled

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The manners of communication of trying to be understood, to make myself clear, to claim my place as a thinking and worthy individual, capable member of society, it is to make oneself known, explain myself, express myself, say. Without that ability is there an I? Can I be in state of inability of expression and still be a worthy being? In that case I am on the mercy of others who do not have mercy for those who are thought to be weak. Ability and possibility of expressing my thoughts is vital in terms of growth, in terms of becoming part of. To reflect myself and get responses, get rejection or approval, I need both, I need feedback so I would not feel that I am living in a vacuum among zombies. Anything, a response, still it can be a desperate attempt if no one is interested.

Weakness. How is it defined nowadays? I am curious because my sex is again and again declared weak. Physically and mentally weaker than men. There is something in the concepts of weak and strong that put people in different positions, individual characterizing and differences between sexes used to rule and diminish. It is ever so strange because there is no stop to it. It is a reason of constant fight and discrimination. It is based on tradition, superstitions and imagining inner qualities by the outer qualities. Who qualifies? If a woman wants to pose, (I call it posing) strong she has to be like a man, take manly words, gestures, topics, tones of voice. Be a dude.

Examining the other instead of oneself. Examining by the eye. But when I read magazines for women it is all about being under a magnifying glass and how to impress. They are offering survival instructions for women, how to. It is measuring, calculative manipulation of self-image based on torture under constant observation and learning self-loath. Quasi-well-being for the wealthy, it can be bought, of course everything is for sale. Articles are ads, radiant examples of decay and cheating. It is the fear of death that is directing us to consume, fear of not living, fear of being left out, misplaced, abandoned, fear of sickness and loneliness. What defines happiness which is presumably our goal to be happy, carefree and enthusiastic, is it the emotional side to which we are stuck? Our emotions guide us. It is the reason to argue and cause disturbance: unhappiness. Happy people do not need to find anything since they are in perfect state. Is it very simple emotion to be fulfilled with little, less than most of us understand. But what is little then, what is enough, adequate, sufficient? How much of happiness is given and which part we create ourselves?

Reading for today: Jeremy Gilbert’s Anticapitalism and Culture (2008) radical theory and popular politics