Inner Void

I recently -not to say yesterday- watched an interview with the man behind Asuncion Anti fashion and heard what he has to say for himself. he explained what this "movement" was. Of all the things he said, I agree up to a solid 100% with just one; teenagers (in general) have no personality but rather simply follow trends. They dress as the market tells them to dress, the speak and act as the market tells the to do so and we're left with people who have no real identity because they are nothing more than a mere reflection. Teenagers (again, stress on in general) care a lot about being accepted, and it is understandable since it is one of the stages of adolescence, and up to a point is normal. the problem resides on a teenager thinking that simply because he buys a 500.000 guaranies (translate to US$100) t-shirt he/she is better than the other kid who can't afford to spend such an amount of money, or who simply doesn't choose to because he/she has more brains. It is sad to see kids who measure how much their parents love them by whether the buy them what they want or not (which, ironically, it's always something they saw the latest prepubescent pop star wear/use, or their classmate who saw the pop star first).

Sascha mentioned to me an MTV (a channel which, all religious ideologies aside, I think is the spawn of the devil) show which deals on super pampered i-don't-even-breathe-the-same-air-as-you-do teenagers called sweet sixteen. It's a monument to materialism and it shows why we are where we are. Kids are raised with the mind set not to care about what happens to the people next door, and not to care about themselves either. After all, if you can pretend like you have money (who cares if you do or don't as long as other people think you do) and are a clone of some star (who by the way in case you didn't know are the earthly incarnation of the Greek pantheon and thus deserve our worship and admiration) you'll be fine.

It's time to wake up and realize that, I simply don't care how stupid this sounds, celebrities are humans, just like you, just like me and exactly just like the African child you died a second ago, the one that is dying now and the one that will die in a second from starvation.

You are who you are inside, that person who sobs alone in the dark before crying him/herself to sleep, the one that screams inside your head what you really think but never dares to repeat it out loud, the one who doesn't think that simply because everybody else does it it's OK, and the one who keeps daring to think of how would it be like to be different, to actually have a mind of your own.

I honestly cannot think of a good decent way of finishing this entry since it is already borderline (actually I think it crossed it crossed it already in the first paragraph) exactly what I said I didn't want this blog to be, Senseless Babbling. I honestly have nothing more to say.

Enjoy.