Crushtor.net's Guide to Australian White People - Part II

Crushtor.net's Guide to Australian White People - Part II


Scared yet? Shudder before your displays of liquid crystal in our second installment of Crushtor.net's Guide to Australian White People!

Private Ownership of Common Property
Of course, most white people abhor the spectre of Communism just as much as ever these days, what with the appeal of a badge-based economy growing ever less once its made clear that iPhones would be classed as a tool of the imperialist oppressors and only the dirtiest and smelliest Arts degree toting comrades would ever be allowed to lay their eyes on one.

In simpler terms, Australian White people love staking their claim to films, books and internet memes they chanced upon as if the mass media was in a perpetual Eureka Stockade, and they think themselves as the one-armed Peter Lalor demanding that the prospectors own their plots of land, or in this case, a video of Chocolate Rain, or whatever. They publicly proclaim their "ownership" of any such social occasion when the name of the production is raised as if they wrote, directed and distributed the fucking thing themselves.

Likewise for concerts and other such events - they also believe as a ticketholder, the band/troupe/comedian performed exclusively for their benefit, although this is clearly contrary to what occurs in reality.

Language as Social Control
As Hayakawa eloquently and simply put in his Language in Thought and Action, "society makes its mightiest collective effort to impose predictability upon human behavior" and is expressed in nearly every way possible from the absurd to the profane, such as marriage or the agreement to form relationships. The ritualistic dance of humans as they are made to be slaves to the utterances they make seems really stupid, and as Hayakawa continues, "that many of our social directives and the rituals accompanying them are antiquated and somewhat insulting to adult minds." However, Australian White people believe that emotional security in objects and the perceived qualities of others are far more desirable than freedom of mind and person, and as such, will be quite content to fuck themselves up in such a fashion to attain such ideals.

Events to Commemorate Events
Australian White people also love confusing spontaneous events such as births, deaths, employment, promotion and other such bullshit with pre-determined events to commemorate the said event. They hold events to commemorate an event which may have already occured, and summarily confuse the organized event with the spontaneous one. Tony getting his promotion at the Glue Factory happened in an office with a sweaty, bespectacled gentleman named Steve, not when Tony told all his mates in a hail of saccharine adulation and Chicken Parmiagiana. Even more confusing is holding events for non-events, such as "Christmas in July" and "Ben and Marks' post-pissup pissup pissup."

Exaggeration
If there's one inescapable fact of modern life, is that Australian White people tend to exaggerate their participation in any and all activities - that if a small group of AWPs were to work towards a goal, the combined sum of all efforts would equal 230% if aggregated from individual testimony. Concert attendance would see a crowd over triple the capacity of the venue in which it was held, the production 500 times more profitable than what was fudged in the ledger. Even their golf scores are rounded to the nearest ten, their actual duration of the minor celebrity rounded up to the nearest half-hour, and the achievements of said celebrity rounded up to "Major TV Personality."

Until next time, friends!

Click here to view Part I of the Guide

On the Nature of the Psyche

Here's a quote from a comment I left on a friend's LJ. It sums up most of the discoveries i've made recently in my GS studies.

Most people who talk shit about you are only making inferences. They aren't giving any potential recipient any meaningful information about you anyway. Its as if they hand over a picture of some sort of twisted monster that bares no resemblance to you and declare that picture "is" you. It took me about five or six months to realize a word used to describe me is not me. It's quite mind-blowing when it all "clicks."

If they take offense to you as a person, then their value system is warped and inhuman. If they are taking offense to the things you do and the values you hold and the opinions you express, then that's different. That's normal. Often times the otherness is in themselves, not the person they project the feelings on to. I know people talk shit about me behind my back. Ultimately, your reaction to it will determine how much of it effects your daily functioning.

I'm going to see Opeth on Friday. First time in a long time where I have to sit around with all the regular jack-offs instead of being shouted beer and going back stage and shit. *sighs* My next interview is with Amanda Palmer of the Dresden Dolls - should be rather intriguing, to say the least.

Also: I think I'm in love with the girl from this MGMT video.

And I might actually have a (paying) job soon! Hooray!

Stumble and Fall

I'm white, middle class and angry at everything! Give me a job, damn you! All those rednecks say I inherently deserve one, so throw me a damn bone, you capitalist motherfuckers! INCREASE MY FUCKING UTILITY!!!

Also:

Attending Nat's birthday (well, the initial part of it) was most fun. Mostly because of this:

I stepped out for a smoke with some dude, not too far out from the main entrance of the pub. A kid, pissed as a loon stumbled up to me and flashed me his ID. I took a brief look at it, told him it was "sweet" and pointed him inward. The dumbarse thought I was the bouncer. Me and my mate pissed ourselves, along with pretty much everyone who saw us. Another bloke took it up a notch by asking if it was alright to smoke there. I said I'd have to check with management. Hilarious!