America the Square (oh boy....)

I had intended to avoid the cliche, big-topic rants for a little bit just because they've all been done, but when anger/inspiration comes knocking, it's usually best to answer (not that I'm always the greatest example of someone who does).  Well anger/inspiration on this particular subject had been in my neighborhood for a little while now, but it didn't get the stones to knock on my door until a dear old friend commented on my "About Me" post the other day and made a cautionary statement about how I might wanna be wary about how I'm not going anonymous on this and still including the content that I'm including. After all, I wouldn't want to offend any prospective future employers or networking associates, would I?  What chafed my gourd here was not my friend's warning, but the inherent truth in it, even if were only partial. And why is that? What the holy goddamn fuck should my liberal application of naughty words and admission of hating losers like E! employees have to do with my ability to perform or exist as a viable member of greater working society? What possible correlation should there justifiably be between anything I've espoused on this site in those first two posts and my standing on any marketplace outside of reality tv and the shit-heels who suck its gangrene teats? The answer of course, should be none. But it's not, is it? Now don't get me wrong - I'm not afraid I've royally fucked myself because of this, because for one thing I'm not arrogant enough to think anyone important in the corporate world has or will notice. But then again there is a link in my Facebook now (I hate Facebook), and I do use my real name, so really my friend's comment does, as I said, hold some hypothetical water.  And do you know why that is? It's for the same reasons that people like Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan get into office every couple elections under stances like opposing gay marriage and dipshit slogans like "the moral majority." It's because in America today (oh man, I can't believe I'm actually getting into this), the powers that be judge more on how they want people to act than any practical strengths or uses one might have. And I understand, just like in the last post, that this is hardly a ground breaking statement or argument to make. I feel like I'm gonna have to write a disclaimer like this in each post just to dodge the "don't be naive" eye rolls I feel I'd otherwise draw. But as long as there's reason enough for me to get angry about this shit I'll keep beating every dead horse you've got, at least for one post's duration. And not because I think anything'll change, mind you, but just because I'm pissed. Anyway, back on point. So we've established that it's fucked that the repeat use of f-bombs and displaying a cranky persona on the Internet can somehow tell bigwigs that I'd make a lousy employee who would obviously treat business associates like shit, send out memos laced with profanity, and publicly wipe my dirty ass with contracts. But my real problem exists with much more than just marketplace paranoia or anything so mundane as that. It's everywhere, in everything, and most everyone. It's in the way people frown on getting loose, getting wasted, dancing, whatever. The ideal American is a joyless fucking stick in the mud, whether they're 20-something or 50. I can't tell you how many times as I've increasingly embraced my love of all of the things I just listed the last few years that I've felt that kind of condescension from people, peers very much included. Even at shit like weddings, which are in theory supposed to be occasions to kick up your heels and get down and be happy and have fun.  But no, there's booze on the premises and somebody's boogieing a little too hard - "Oh dear Jesus, he must be fucking wasted if he's having more than a nominal amount of fun. Has he no shame? Have some self control, you Godless fiend!" Yes, heaven forbid someone forgets about looking like a sophisticate for the length of a pop song or two. Control is the word. Shit on fun. You don't get anywhere by having fun. Hop to, there are social gains to be made there, you heathen stream of afterbirth. Fuck that noise. The more I go on the less and less I want to have anything to do with standard Square Culture success. Oh sure, I'd like to be wealthy, but at this point there're very few paths I'd wanna take even for that goal (and I only want it to comfortably step out of that same rat race anyway).  Lottery winner, saving a rich man's baby, literary discovery? Check, check, and check. But barring that, I'd rather be a beach bum or some such for the rest of my life doing something menial and simple than be part of the pre-approved grind. Hell, next to selling my soul to The Devil for rock super stardom, that's what sounds the best to me lately. I dislike bikers and hippies, but I feel a lot more kindred with them than I do with 99% of the people I see in my neighborhood or walking down Chestnut Street from day to day. And that's why Prince circa 1999 (the album, not the year) was a such prophet - that album is the damn Hedonist Manifesto, seventy minutes of flipping the bird to everything I'm going off against here, a mission statement of bucking Square Culture and expectations. And naturally, it's the single greatest party album ever set to record.  For what it's worth, that's where I see it all kind of coming together, at least symbolically - fun/dancing/partying. Dancing more than anything is one of the most genuine, free-ing, and awesome things you can engage in - it's like tapping back into some primal state of ecstasy from before human society, or if not that then at least childhood, when everything is fun and not all stressful and do-or-die dour.  And this hardly needs to be synonymous with getting fucked up - I can be driving down the road dead sober and hear something I like and start tapping my foot or moving a little, because that's what I like, that's why music exists at its most basic level. Go back 3 thousand years and tell me I'm wrong. You can't be that way all the time when you get older, and I totally get that. But that's why when the opportunities present themselves to imbibe a few and cut some rug, you're probably a soulless jackass for not doing so. You're contributing to your own internal rot. And there's a lot of rotten smelling people walking around out there.  So alright, what am I saying? I wanna be allowed to curse a lot with no fear of reprisal? That partying is the shit and everyone should indulge in a little tail-shaking once in a while? That I hate societal homogenization and the condescension that comes from it? Yes to all of the above. I'm not saying I'm somehow opposed to having jobs and responsibilities and dressing nice and behaving. All in it's place, absolutely. I'm not a fucking ape. But what pisses me off and makes me write shit like this is that more and more, with every new city that puts video cameras on its streets and every new new invasion of privacy made possible by the Internet and such, people want to regulate what people are doing when we're not on their time.  That's a lot of gall right there. Unless someone's going out and killing people or putting spikes in their arm, there's no correlation between one and the other. Not "there shouldn't be". There isn't. It might not play out that way, but there isn't. Let Bill Clinton get his dick sucked by interns and let Hillary sort it out. And let me write a profanity binging 18 year-old style self righteous fucking blog if it's what I wanna do.  Fuck everyone who says otherwise and their "American Dream", because they'd just as soon fucking strangle mine until flecks of blood and foam came sputtering out of it's mouth. And if nothing I just said was original, I can guarantee you it still felt good to type.