Bootstraps ahoy
Oct. 22nd, 2008 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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zingerella that I wasn't going to blog about this because it would just make me angry, but I'm going to blog about it anyway because I have utterly no internal censors.
So I was taking the subway home, tired and cranky as always, and two women sitting next to me started a very loud conversation. Which is good enough reason to hate them, amirite? They were talking about a woman's body found frozen to death in front of the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health last night. I didn't think it was cold enough to freeze to death last night, but apparently it was. They lock their doors at night so she couldn't get in and she froze to death. Hell.
To a normal person, if any such creature exists in our warped and sadistic culture, this is a tragedy. But these women were clearly Not Right In the Head. One of them, who was Indian, talked about how in India the government doesn't believe in the minimum wage, so there isn't any guaranteed income, but how can things like that happen here? Okay, clueless and naïve, but not actively evil. The other woman, though. She started going on about how there were so many opportunities here, and These People Are Just Used To Taking Handouts. And why do people have such a sense of entitlement? What's wrong with working at McDonald's and working your way up? You know, getting a foot in the door. And her husband once volunteered for a toy drive and you should have seen those cars the people getting toys drove up in! They know how to play the system.
It's always a shock to me when I realize such people exist (see previous post re: Prop 8). I get disturbed to think that some people lack a sense of empathy, because I can't imagine living without one. And I don't think I'm a particularly good person—more or less I'm a total asshole with a sense of self-control and a belief that one ought to curb one's worst tendencies for the sake of those around them.
Anyway, I was very tempted to join in the discussion; as I mentioned, it was loud. However, I couldn't think of a sentence that didn't have the word "douchebag" in it, so I just bit my tongue and scowled. Thanks to my kids, I am working on perfecting my death glare, and she totally noticed.
I hope she has a lot of money invested in stocks.
zingerella that I wasn't going to blog about this because it would just make me angry, but I'm going to blog about it anyway because I have utterly no internal censors.So I was taking the subway home, tired and cranky as always, and two women sitting next to me started a very loud conversation. Which is good enough reason to hate them, amirite? They were talking about a woman's body found frozen to death in front of the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health last night. I didn't think it was cold enough to freeze to death last night, but apparently it was. They lock their doors at night so she couldn't get in and she froze to death. Hell.
To a normal person, if any such creature exists in our warped and sadistic culture, this is a tragedy. But these women were clearly Not Right In the Head. One of them, who was Indian, talked about how in India the government doesn't believe in the minimum wage, so there isn't any guaranteed income, but how can things like that happen here? Okay, clueless and naïve, but not actively evil. The other woman, though. She started going on about how there were so many opportunities here, and These People Are Just Used To Taking Handouts. And why do people have such a sense of entitlement? What's wrong with working at McDonald's and working your way up? You know, getting a foot in the door. And her husband once volunteered for a toy drive and you should have seen those cars the people getting toys drove up in! They know how to play the system.
It's always a shock to me when I realize such people exist (see previous post re: Prop 8). I get disturbed to think that some people lack a sense of empathy, because I can't imagine living without one. And I don't think I'm a particularly good person—more or less I'm a total asshole with a sense of self-control and a belief that one ought to curb one's worst tendencies for the sake of those around them.
Anyway, I was very tempted to join in the discussion; as I mentioned, it was loud. However, I couldn't think of a sentence that didn't have the word "douchebag" in it, so I just bit my tongue and scowled. Thanks to my kids, I am working on perfecting my death glare, and she totally noticed.
I hope she has a lot of money invested in stocks.
