If you are thinking about pro monger as a career, consider the three main sub-industries have markedly different cultures, expectations, and rewards. They are: iron, fish, and fear. Iron requires great capital (the buttresses alone!), fish are easier but slippy, and fear, well, fear mongs itself.
Okay, replace the z signs w/ oh…whatever you like!
In re: prev post, yes I’m referring to Guns, Germs & Steel.
Trust the ground fact that white men tended toward societal power on this planet only as a result of the peculiarities of its geological propensities, unique distribution of grains, flora & fauna, etc. By chance, not merit, nor superiority of any sort—only, exclusively, by historical accident. Hi!
Folks understand identity (sense of authorization) is transactional by definition, right?
And identity (sense of who you are) is moot in relation to nature?
The forest (fuck’n white guy, why not jungle or playa, asshole!!!)—the jungle does not give a shit who you think you are.
“You think I would be working in a place like this if I could afford a real snake?”
— Zhora, via Joanna Cassidy in Blade Runner, 1982
Why any continue to give ear to a blowhard going around firing people who do not work for him is beyond my ken to wrestle into sense for you darling. Have a cookie instead.
Perhaps more self-consciously self-revelatory self-documenting than anything else I’ve posted is this:
My mum told me as a kid, so often, so softly, but with something a little different in her eyes, she would say, “Sweetie, you’ve got to fight fire with fire.”
I listened.
(aside) So, is this the guy?…okay (full throated) It’s the Wicker Man, right, it’s all those fucking antler movies, okay, but, BUT, here’s the thing, BUT—the movie itself is the straw man, y’get it?, the movie is the fucking straw man. Yeah, “summer blockbuster”, that’s good!
And as I slowly walk up to some fly with my rolled up magazine, I find myself telling it, soothingly, “It’s a really interesting article, take a look…”