Upsetting
Thursday, October 10, 2002
 
I realized this morning on my way to work - where I make money - that the shmucks in the BMWs and Mercedeses are not worthy of the empty derision with which I’ve historically regarded them. In front of me was a burgundy convertible with a license plate frame that read I LOVE MY BMW, and I got to thinking:
This guy’s not an asshole – he’s just figured out how to win at the game we all have to play.
Capitalism, then, turns us all into the same people. Trying to resist or play by your own rules is futile, and I gotta snap out of this short-sighted idealism.
Get me my broker!

We need a bigger house, better cars and more-far-flung vacations.
You don’t cry about paying $3.50 for a cup of coffee or $80 for a pair of jeans if you make big bucks, so get on board.
And who cares what you do for a living, so long as The Number is right.
 
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