Wall Street

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QOTD: Music To Have A Recession To

If you were to run your eyes over the lists of best-selling singles and most downloaded songs of the past few years, it would be hard to find many songs that directly mention the late-2000s recession, despite the massive impact it has had on much of the public. This is hardly surprising; political songs rarely chart highly, love is always going to be a more popular song theme than unemployment and one of music’s greatest assets is its capacity for escapism which is much needed by many at the moment.

You could say that there are subtle nods towards the situation, such as the appearance of slightly dystopian or politically charged videos from some of the most popular artists around, less songs dismissive of the poor compared to ten or fifteen years ago, less conspicuous consumerism and lower budget videos, but a lot of these trends can be explained by other influences. Lower budget videos are a direct result of the internet and how we watch videos now (I’ll let “Michael Destiny” explain this one). Continue reading

Is the Person Responsible for Your Pension a Psychopath?

Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark!
Your business card just bumped you to the top of my ruin-financially-or-murder list.

You probably heard a few weeks ago that at least 10% of the people working in the financial sector are psychopaths. You were probably not surprised by that. In fact, if you’re anything like me, you were probably a little surprised that there weren’t more Patrick Batemans running around Wall Street feeding cats to ATM machines. Continue reading

Society of Spectacle: A Tour of the Wall Street Occupation

Given that the mainstream American Left has been scared of its own shadow since the Reagan revolution turned “liberal” into a dirty word, I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised that many of these self-professed “progressives” have responded to the first genuine sustained mass youth movement my generation has seen by heaping scorn, doubt, and criticism upon it. I arrived in Zuccotti Park late Sunday afternoon hoping to catch a glimpse of the chaotic and disorganized mass of dirty hippies, drugged-out punks, and other standard bogeymen of the “get off my lawn” crowd. I was sorely disappointed. Continue reading