
When you’re young, you always feel that life hasn’t yet begun — that “life” is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays — whenever. But then suddenly you’re old and the scheduled life didn’t arrive. You find yourself asking, ‘Well then, exactly what was it I was having — that interlude — the scrambly madness — all that time I had before?
By that I mean that I don’t believe the way to success, happiness, and fulfillment is through maximizing my income, consumption, and entertainment, but through minimizing the chaos and distractions in my life, allowing me to focus on what’s most important.
No, Brian, see, the role of social criticism isn’t to win points on the internet or gain a bunch of rabid followers who retweet everything you ejaculate into the discourse. My underlying goal is to offer an obviously different interpretation of social phenomena that peopl…