4.10.2010

Class & Identity

I'm beginning this post with my personal reflection to the documentary Rich Kids.

 I found that in the documentary there was a lot of information to take in about the wealth these people have inherited. These issues stem from the psychological to cultural. In relation to our class, the wealth seemed more meant to represent the opportunities the lower classes do not have, these leisures they take for granted. It's inevitable that the wealthy will consume, therefore proving the documentary to me to be a sort of affirmation of the social and class injustice that this society has created in itself. Although the documentary was poorly made and ultimately lacking any kind of artistic merit it was quite informative even though it was very limited in representing the wealthy due to their secrecy stemming from the "taboo" of being wealthy. 

From Mike Lefevre in "Who Built The Pyramids" we learn that he finds his class to be a stem to grow from instead of staying fixed in; in a sense it is not a real class. This involves issues of personal achievements such as educational values or lifestyle choices, the idea of class as privilege, the structure of society and gender dynamics, and ultimately the career/work one must do in life to earn a living whether physical or mental. It is a much more idealistic idea of life he holds, almost an ignorant view of the wealthy, because as we can learn from the documentary Rich Kids is that with money does not come happiness. It is something me must earn in feeling fulfilled in our lives. If someone does unmeaningful work but comes home to a large apartment or studio with a jacuzzi on the fifteenth floor of some chic apartment building, does this give him fulfillment? To me, this issue is much more complex which ultimately comes down to individual personalities. I would never be fulfilled. I actually find that so shallow that I would probably be on heavy medication. But Mike may think it's better to be unhappy and rich than unhappy and poor.

Where I find connections between the two is their lack of empathy. The rich kids never stepped a foot outside their social circle (with minor exceptions) and Mike, or more generally the lower class, barely socialize in high class cliques. This all creates a nostalgic sort of reality; wanting to revamp the ideals of the other class. For the rich they want to make it a statement that their money is not something they display or parade (it seems to be an effort of generosity on their part) and the poor (aware that the rich live in larger homes than they can possibly take up) resort to wanting to become  the elite and progressive. For now class takes on a different tone, is it a series of people with various amounts of wealth or a society that is so deluded into believing the rich are the ideal and therefore living in their path of social construct which seems to only benefit them and therefore damning their own lifestyles?

4.01.2010

Get Your Money Back

An obvious message by Grace Jones, one of my favorite artists , related back to the topic of Wal-Mart's enterprise through the consumerism they inflate by their offer for relatively cheap products and false image. I post this because not only is this class on the verge of being a political moral lesson, but an opinion that is important and needs to be represented.



Pleased to meet you, pleased to have you on my plate
your meat is sweet to me
your destiny
your fate

you’re my life support, your life is my sport

I’m a man-eating machine X2

you won’t hear me laughing, as i terminate your day
you can’t trace my footsteps, as i walk the other way

i can’t get enough prey, pray for me X2
(i’m a man-eating machine)
corporate cannibal, digital criminal
corporate cannibal, eat you like an animal

employer of the year, grandmaster of fear
my blood flows satanical,
mechanical, masonical and chemical
habitual ritual

i’m a man-eating machine.. X2

i deal in the market, every man, woman and child is a target
a closet full of faceless nameless pay more for less empitness

i’ll make you scrounge, in my executive lounge
you pay less tax, but i’ll gain more back

my rules, you fools

we can play the money game
greedgame, power game, stay insane
lost in the cell, in this hell
slave to the rhythm of the corporate prison

i’m a man-eating machine…
i can’t get enough prey
pray for me
corporate cannibal…
digital criminal…

i’ll consume my consumers, with no sense of humour
i’ll give you a uniform, chloroform
sanatize, homogenize, vaporize… you

i’m the spark, make the world explode
i’m a man-eating machine, i’ll make the world explode
corporate cannibal…