Driving back from errands I notice how the neighborhoods all resemble that song, Little Boxes, from Showtime's WEEDS. But I've thought that way for decades now. WEEDS was a tv show that ran about 9 seasons in the US; now on Netflix about a family that sold weed for a living. (Click for Lyrics)
That song keeps playing over in my head as I see professional consumers marching out to add more to their professional spending habit and, I gotta go longhand, what the fuck is it with all the white cars now?
Everyone without the ability to have an original thought, or to refrain from going into massive debt-- please board that lemming train if you can still find a seat. You won't see Nancy Botwin (WEEDS) on that train.
We will tell you when to show up, what to wear, what to eat, what to buy, how to act. As long as we are extracting money from you, it's good for the cuntry.
FFS, do YOU! You don't have to sell weed for a living but be yourself. You will still be normal, you will still fit in, you will still be loved when you learn to free yourself from debt and your perpetual buying habits and just be original. Resist the urge to follow the masses. You look weak and I shake my head inside when I see you.
I was in my early 30s and it made such a difference in my life to realize that I could finally stop working two full time jobs that I always worked so I could buy more stuff so I was a slave to my jobs just for stuff I wanted-- wanted, not needed. I spent so much time just trying to acquire shit. One job only paid for a cocaine habit basically. What a stupid merry-go-round.
I learned how to enjoy life with what I needed, not always what I wanted. I had to. Can we say, everything came to a screeching halt and just leave it at that? And the way it frees you up inside is blissful; you just can't imagine. Don't you want to get off that crazy ride? It's challenging when you're were raised up being spoiled rotten. Lots of you know exactly what I mean. Getting your first car at 15, freely using all Daddy's credit cards at 13 or just telling the any clerk to send Daddy the bill anytime I wanted to.Ch-ching! What an absolute asshole I must have been.
The lady that wrote Little Boxes, Malvina Reynolds? She recorded it in 1961. She earned her BA and her MA in English from Berkeley, and later earned a doctorate there, finishing her dissertation in 1938. I think she passed away in 1972 or so.
I admire you and I salute you, Malvina Reynolds for all your songwriting and your music.
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