Inextricable and Hard and the Same and Ok
“There are a ton of people in this line of work that are not ready to be perceived as foolish. They’re not ready to be embarrassed. They aren’t ready to take their dick out.”
It was from a local paper in a college town. It could have been any local paper in any college town as all local papers in any college town had the same musicians, artists, restauranteurs, crafters, crunchy moms, and other creatives (faux or otherwise) waxing poetic about how their dick was out and others were firmly stuffed in their pants. It’s not that he was against the creative class and their struggle. It’s that he was against bullshit. They were always so full of the fight and raging against some injustice . . . a new tax on solar panels, a commercial space going into the old part of town, the lack of parking near the independent bakery, vaccinations making their kids dumb, how every one else is a cookie cutter mini-van driving Applebee’s eating mother fucker . . . that they never stopped to breathe. Or relax. It was all going to be ok. And whether they were in a college town with their dick out or on a farm somewhere in middle America with their dick tucked in, that in the end, everything would be inextricable and hard and the same and ok.