Yes, it means "middle class," those with expendable income who are able to pay for their children's college tuition themselves, out of savings. Which she was one of. And I, who was being casually attacked for being "boozsh," was the one who was the true proletariat. As far as I know, she never did grow up and quit playing diva... ah, well.
The world has changed since Marx's time and the words don't quite apply the way they used to.
The world has changed since Adam Smith's time, too, and I am increasingly bemused that people keep calling out "survival of the fittest" and "free marketplace" and "the law of supply and demand" to make excuses for the excesses of greed in this present-day economy which is ruled by huge corporations who want money at all costs. Smith had it right back in the day, but things have evolved in economics as the world has gotten incresingly more inter-connected. What do you think? Do I have economics all wrong, there?
Comedy -- later.
Or maybe not. Sorry again, I am totally wiped out by sensory onslaught, here, and part of it is from the single other user of the computer lab, who had been talking on her phone at will when I was in the outer room, and now -- not my choice -- is facing directly at me through the window separating the back room of quiet from the front room of anything goes within reason... and her gaze is adding to my sensory-input overload. I'm doing typos like mad, and doing them again when trying to correct them, and my tight collar is suddenly three times as annoying as it was in the outer room, and... oh, gad, do I sound insane or what? How could another person's direct gaze (and annoyance at me for being so bothered by her phoen calls that I silently stood up from my other computer and walked into the quiet room, shutting the door behind me) actually affect me in these direct and practical ways? Yeah, sure, I'm imagining it.
Let me tell you the stories about how Ilearned how to make people trip while they're walking past me. I can do it still. I just don't, because it is too unpleasant to then feel their feelings after they do it.
A bad pun, a bad comedic set-up, is the same thing as an unwanted blast of direct energy: it sets you up and you are open to accept it, and then when it plays out and you realize it's crappy and unfunny, you are still stuck in "receive" mode and thus get a cupfull of distasteful, time-wasting crap poured into your input sector. That's how lousy comedy is like an unwanted direct gaze.
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Date: 2008-08-07 10:01 pm (UTC)The world has changed since Marx's time and the words don't quite apply the way they used to.
The world has changed since Adam Smith's time, too, and I am increasingly bemused that people keep calling out "survival of the fittest" and "free marketplace" and "the law of supply and demand" to make excuses for the excesses of greed in this present-day economy which is ruled by huge corporations who want money at all costs. Smith had it right back in the day, but things have evolved in economics as the world has gotten incresingly more inter-connected. What do you think? Do I have economics all wrong, there?
Comedy -- later.
Or maybe not. Sorry again, I am totally wiped out by sensory onslaught, here, and part of it is from the single other user of the computer lab, who had been talking on her phone at will when I was in the outer room, and now -- not my choice -- is facing directly at me through the window separating the back room of quiet from the front room of anything goes within reason... and her gaze is adding to my sensory-input overload. I'm doing typos like mad, and doing them again when trying to correct them, and my tight collar is suddenly three times as annoying as it was in the outer room, and... oh, gad, do I sound insane or what? How could another person's direct gaze (and annoyance at me for being so bothered by her phoen calls that I silently stood up from my other computer and walked into the quiet room, shutting the door behind me) actually affect me in these direct and practical ways? Yeah, sure, I'm imagining it.
Let me tell you the stories about how Ilearned how to make people trip while they're walking past me. I can do it still. I just don't, because it is too unpleasant to then feel their feelings after they do it.
A bad pun, a bad comedic set-up, is the same thing as an unwanted blast of direct energy: it sets you up and you are open to accept it, and then when it plays out and you realize it's crappy and unfunny, you are still stuck in "receive" mode and thus get a cupfull of distasteful, time-wasting crap poured into your input sector. That's how lousy comedy is like an unwanted direct gaze.