the ick of media conglomerates
This recent dialogue from Hacks is relatable for anyone alive. I felt every word of Hannah’s delivery and tone. Feelings of filth, void and bitterness came rushing back. Working at media conglomerates is a losing game in my experience, but it was at least a valuable way to discover exactly how this horrible world spins. Hannah gets it. She sounds like my internal dialogue as I performed my job then. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Hannah: “It’s Cameron Diaz’s wine.”
Marty: “Oh, good for her.”
Hannah: “Is it good? That’s what I’ve been wondering.”
Marty: “What do you mean?”
Hannah: “Like, isn’t it bad that the goal for actors now is to, like, be good at art, so you can sell CBD lip balm, or whatever? But then again, actresses have historically had their image monetized without any control over how that image was used, so maybe if this gives them more power and agency it’s a good thing.”
Marty: “Great.”
Hannah: “But then again, doesn’t capitalism only ultimately benefit evil, rich white men, regardless of who heads any one company? So maybe it’s bad. But also, who am I to judge? I work for a giant media conglomerate. I’m just gonna go live in the woods.”
Marty: “On stolen land?” [zing!]
Hannah: “Ugh, god.” [collapses head onto the bar]
I’m having a hard time faking it at work. Nothing I do matters. It’s not even dramatic to say. If you only knew… I’ll stop before I flag myself for abuse and bullying.
I wish I had chosen a job path that made an impact in the world-at-large, or that I’d stacked bread, so I could step away for a while and help people in need.
How gross, that people sit in their huge houses and want more! more! more! More bulk items, more cars in their garages, more filler, more greed. I want less and less. Take it all now.
teach me how to music
I’m starting to feel grosser about Spotify, yet I have no physical music collection. I actually hate stuff so prefer a digital approach (not Apple, obv).
I found out the band Cindy Lee, released their album on GeoCities and YouTube only (an AOTY shoo-in, trust). This is the kind of forceful ousting I need from all artists, in order to kick my disgraceful habit. Force us to download .wav files directly.
Plus, at this point, I need a built-in Diddy Blocker (wya, spotty dev team?). It requires melody matching. Like a gremlin, he pops up outta nowhere on so many tracks or as an unlisted featured “artist” (ad libber).
warm weathah noises, not fuh me
I can’t stand the sound of lawn mowers. On the wrong types of mornings I will pop off. I can see their medium-sized yards, yet when they’re mowing at 9:50am on Monday morning, so excited to be outdoor-vacuuming, the unrelenting motor makes it seem like a football field. Then, another neighbor hears, feels competitive and has to “fire up their rig”! Unreal. It’s just like the trash bin-curb contest; these proud homeowners all trying to one-up each other. Baby, please.