TWC: PoTaToEs

Piqué:

5. Garlic Mashed Potatoes
4. Rosemary Roast Potatoes
3. Perogies
2. Aloo Paratha
1d. Curly Fries
1c. Potato Wedges
1b. Poutinea
1a. French Fries


Danes:

5. Double stuffed potatoes – bake ‘em, scoop out of the skin, mix with fabulous things like garlic and cheese and chives and bacon bits. Then return the mixture to the skin put back in the oven and bake again.

4. Campfire potatoes - this is a baked potato kicked up a notch as you burry it in the ash of a campfire pit then build the fire on top. After a few hours when the fire has died down you dig them out and fix them up in your preferred manner. They seem to melt in your mouth and have a Smokey quality that is to die for. Don’t go easy on the butter.

3. Potato Volcano. My sister Tara’s signature move. She makes the most insanely wonderful gravy then shapes her mashed potatoes into a volcano like structure, filling it with gravy lava. yummm

2. Brick O’ Fries – I f’ing love French fries. Especially fresh cut ones with the skin still on purchased from a man in a van or booth. At Bumbershoot they maintained their deep-fry-basket shape hence the name “Brick”.

1. Fried potatoes – the next morning take your leftover boiled or steamed potatoes and slice them up very thin. Fill your fry pan with glorious amounts of butter and then lay out the thin slices in the pan. Cut up green onions and add heavy doses of salt and pepper. They will become crispy, taste delicious and cause you to gain 5 pounds as well as clog all your arteries immediately upon eating.


Gerry:

#1. Baked - in a campfire with lots of sourcream
#2. Scalloped - I think this one is seriously under-rated
#3. Mashed - with Gravy
#4. Boiled - Boring
#5. Canned - didn't know these were real until my 75 year old grandfather gave us a can for X-mas.


Cam:

5. poutine. but you gotta use real gravy and real cheese curds. and double-fry the chips. that's important.

4. jacket tatties. you have to bake a large potato til the skin is fairly crisp, then you slice it in half down the middle and mash up the insides, using the skin as a bowl. then you add butter, garlic, cheese, etc. anything, really. a typical british fast food.

3. korokke pan. korokke is basically meat or shrimp or vegetables packed in mashed potatoes and then rolled in egg and flour and breadcrumbs. then you deepfry it. the "pan" part just means it's stuck in a bun, like a korokke sandwich.

2. perogies. with sour cream. 'nuff said.

1. bangers and mash. gotta be good bangers, though. lamb sausage is my favourite. and leave the damn skin on the potatoes. it's good for you.


po:

5. in home made pirohy... with feta, dill, and lemon dill sauce.

4. mashed, made into a volcano, with delicious, salty roast chicken gravy spilling out like lava.

3. sliced, doused in olive oil, wrapped in tin foil with pearl onions, garlic, salt, pepper, and oregano.
2. deep fried pomme frites with a steak at jules
1. smashed potatoes... boiled red nugget potatoes, smashed with a fork, drizzled with olive oil, mixed with salt, pepper, and minced garlic, then put in the oven at 425 for about half an hour... they turn out sooooo creamy on the bottom and CRISPY, oh god, CRISPY on top. mmmmmmmmmm.


Biggah:

HATED:

5. Potato Salad (with a creamy dressing). Starch and fat all mushed together resulting in a heavy, yellowy tinged mass. Gross.

4. Baked. Firstly, it is extremely boring to eat a potato this way because most times all you have is butter and sour cream to ease the pastiness. Secondly, many people try and put fake bacon bits on baked potatoes as well, which is absolutely repulsive. A little throw-up just crept up my mouth thinking about the smell of fake meat. Eww.

NEUTRAL:

3. Hashbrowns. No love or hate for these. Fried potatoes with cheese and green onions make a yummy compliment to an egg breakfast. But I could live without them. This apathy most likely stems from my inability as a child to enjoy these little potato morsels with a healthy topping of "red death" (according to Laura)

LOVED:

2. Mashed. Creamy, garlicky goodness. I love them whipped and hot with a nice glob of butter melting on top of them. So good. And they are mold-able, aka fun food.

1. Potato Dumplings (with plums in the middle). These are one of my grandmother's signature desserts. Potato is used as the binding agent for the dumplings and creates an absolutely sumptuous dessert. Warm Italian plums, nestled in a thick potatoe and bread crumb crust. Yumm! A little white sugar on top and you are in heaven for the 1.25 minutes it takes you to eat your portion.

Benji:

1. french fries clearly
2. roasted (garlic and herbs!)
3. baked (bacon bits and ranch)
4. breakfast home fries (the shredded kind)
5. mashed


Brad:

5. Raw; Ruthie Arp, my Grandmother's best friend eats a raw potato every morning. This is the same woman who smokes two cigarettes at a time when she is not winning at bingo, or if she is winning. She also is able to pee standing up, like a man. A story for another time. You are probably reading this thinking, "Wow, what a character". But in actuality she is quite a boring sad balding old lady.

4. Baked; Working at a fast food restaurant that prides itself on it's baked potatoes, and subsequently being burned by the "potato oven" almost every shift, you begin to develop quite a hate for those damn things. The baked potato and the work involved around it was the bane of my Wendy's existence. However, potato wars were fun.

3. Fries; They are quite tasty, but to be honest they are killing you.

2. Mashed; what a treat when someone decides to make mashed potatoes! It sure doesn't happen enough. And leftover mashed potatoes are so good.

1. Nugget/New Potatoes. From my Grandma Betty's garden, they are so tasty, for any occasion. Plus "taties" from my Grandma's garden remind me of my Grandpa, who had a song to sing about anything and everything, including potatoes,

"Have you ever seen the devil, with his little wooden shovel, diggin' taties in the garden with his nightgown on?"
Thanks for that song Grandpa, you were pretty rad. I will never forget it.


Jennybones:

MOST FAV: stuffed potatoes
2. baked potatoes with chives
3. scalloped potatotes
4. mashed potatoes
5. french fries

et c'est tout, in potato love


Rogue Wave:

5. Country Mash- No one can argue a good potato mash!! but it has to be done with the skins still on the potatoes..or at least some of the skins. Best prepared with small red potatoes which have a lighter skin!! Boil up the spuds, add sauteed garlic, butter milk, sour cream...salt, pepper, assorted herbs, chives...maybe green onions finely finely chopped for the adventurous...then mash it all up!!! mmmmmmmm

4. Plain and Fried!! sometimes simple is all you need! all you need is to peel and boil some spuds...you could leave the skin on, but quarter then when u boil them. DO NOT over boil!! drain when finished. Fry each side to golden brown in hot olive oil infused with garlic...this is done by leaving a clove of garlic whole, and unpeeled, but crushed under hand weight to sit in the olive oil as the potatoes fry!! lightly salt after frying.

3. Potato Salad. And i do not mean potato salad with any form of Mayo in it....that's just gross. Potato salad with may should never exist and should never be eaten. I do the good old fashioned German influenced potato salad which is based with mustard and vinegar..it is really upped when cucumbers are added as well!! I can not reveal this recipe though...goes down through the ages and you may have the privilege of me making it for you one day if u ask very nicely!! I will tell u it has white vinegar, a good mustard, dijon or a good Austrian mustard works best!!.....and after letting sit for a few hours a cucumber salad is added for extra crunch and crisp freshness!!!

Serve chilled...and the longer it sits in the fridge the better it tastes!!!

2. Honey Mustard potatoes. Perfect for a beef roast or pork roast side! and these kind of potatoes are very easy to make. Once potatoes are cooked by boiling, have them cut to desired size for consumption and place in fry pan with hot olive oil. Instead of adding already prepared honey mustard, its so much better to make your own on spot. add salt and pepper to the spuds. herbs....im not sure if rosemary will work with this but it may..try it out. add honey right to the potatoes and mustard...to your liking...which flavor do you favor the most!! splash of vinegar (literally) stir it up...as bob marley says.....and there u go!!

1.Breakfast Hashbrowns A La Kevin. the best of the best.....easy and great for breakfast.....may be time consuming if you;re not organized. recommended for a morning where u do not have to rush off quickly...ie/ a hung over morning!! sautee onions, garlic, bell peppers and mushrooms quickly...can add hot peppers for taste.....add potatoes...hopefully precooked...left over potatoes work well or microwaved spuds...u can use raw, but ensure they are cut VERY thin and small to speed up cooking times. Add lots of BASIL, Oregano, salt and peper. Cook to crisp. NOT burnt...brown and crisp..the finer the potatoes the closer to hash browns they will be!! these are by far my favorite way to make potatoes!!

TWC: Guide to the Class of '92

Gerry:
1. Jessie Spanno: I believe I saw her last Wednesday turning tricks on Hastings and Main.

2. Zack Morris: Works for the NYPD.

3. Lisa Turtle: After a brief stint in the fashion industry, Lisa took turn for the worse and spiraled into a coke addicted depression. Lisa was last seen in a police shootoff when a liquor store robbery went sour. May she rest in peace.

4. A.C. Slater: Married Kelly Kapowski and is now living at the Shady Pines Trailer Park. Currently unimployed.

5. Kelly Kapowski: Gaining "a few" pounds after highschool, Kelly developed an unfortunate addiction to Slim Fast diet shakes. Although her insulin levels remain dangerously low her lust for life continues to soar.



Kevin:
1. Cindy C. This name just popped into my head when I looked at her face. Shes the kind of girl that does not present her last name to anyone. She is just simple Cindy! Middle class New York city background Cindy tries desperately to be thought of as upper class by painstakingly paying attention to her looks. If asked where from, she will give a short reply of "Malibu" accompanied with a cute giggle and hair flick to draw attention. Cindy has no time for cheerleaders or other girls. She is way too cool. Cindy wants to be a nurse, so she can help others! Go get it Cindy!

2. Jon Bon Jovi. Need I say more……….

3. Maria Provokativa. Oh Maria…..que pasa? You speak good English now. And your hair looks so very nice. How is your family doing? Are they settling into their new home in southern California? Oh…they live with your 2 uncle's as well? You must be glad to be out of there finally and here in school! Maria has a tendency to be quite aggravating from time to time. But it is well countered with a perfect smile, which does not always come out in those stupid year book photos we have to take. Maria loves to skip down the hallways in between classes and she really does not like blondes.

4. "LaRock the Jock", "Maverick", "Mr. Suave" were just some of the names are old friend Bob Baker went by through high school. Quarterback of the high school football team, captain of the men's cheerleading squad, two time elected "most sexy" of the swim team are just some of the experiences which pepper his resume. How did he ever find time for all those sports and accompanying girls? Ah yes, I understand now…….."Ill take fries with that Bob…no no…the curly ones…Thanks man!!!"

5. Sarah Timmins. Or should I say Dr. Sarah Timmins. Thas right you guessed it! There had to be one success story child in this bunch. Sarah did it. She fought off the consistent badgering and teasing for being the smart one and now pulls in a six digit pay cheque. Sarah was always a timid girl but love sending time out doors. Like all girls, she ogled at Bob and had an eye on Jon bon through out high school but was really too shy to speak up. Weekends were spent at home, usually studying or helping mother with house hold chores. But little did everyone know that she also had a fancy for her Dad's old 1969 Mach 1 ford Mustang!! It now sits in her garage and is under repairs a la Sarah.



Cam:
the girl on the far left is liza lipschitz. a trust-fund girl from jersey, her interests included shopping at bloomingdales, listening to her rick astley records and finding new ways to use the word "like" in a sentence. unfortunately she developed lung cancer at a young age due to hairspray inhalation and died.

next in line is billy anderson. head of the football team. set the school record for touchdowns, keg-stands and date rapes. very popular with the ladies... right up until his grad year when his penchant for sniffing athletic-supporters was made public, after which he faded into miserable obscurity. his favourite words and terms include "gnarly", "bogus" and "fuckin' A".

next we have juanita hernadez, an exchange student from argentina. as a child, she was kicked in the head by an alpaca and suffered minor brain injuries that unfortunately permanently damaged her sense of symmetry. head of the knitting club, further interests include chastity, the virgin mother and self-righteousness.

the boy with the heart around his head is dallas kneller. dallas had a rough childhood. his neglectful parents left him to watch hours and hours of terrible after-school television, including his favourite program, "the fresh prince of bel-air". a mixture of inhalation of solvents, masterbation and general over-exposure to sit-com drivel lead to a strange "Will Smith" fetish. eventually he could only get it up for men with protruding ears and goatees.

the girl at the far right is janis o'malley. this is her yearbook. poor janis was hopelessly in love with dallas.



PK's Guide to the Class of '92:
Pat is a hot bitch. I mean that in a good way. Can't you see her looking at me with that cheeky smile and those fuck-me-eyes?

You can't really tell from this photo, but Kevin is actually cross-eyed. His "favorit class" is Phys. Ed.; his "werst" is math. He has a rockin' smile and he knows girls think he's hot.

Fashionable Vivian is shy but confident. Everyone loves her plaid turtleneck and "fun" pigtails. She comes off as consciencious because she doesn't like to party, but soon everyone will find out that she focked nine guys in her grade 11 year.

Girls love Brendin. They think he's "so cute" and "such a nice guy"--and they LOVE his puppy dog eyes. Despite this, he struggles with girls throughout high-school. They don't take him seriously. He tries steroids, hoping he'll bulk up and that the girls will start to respect him. The roids make him ill-tempered and give him bad acne and his struggles continue...

Jennifer is a major go-getter, miss popularity, and is a gossip. She is smart and polite and all the teachers love her but people close to her describe her as "moody" and, soon after high school, will be diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder.



Dana:
Tammy: The one that everyone’s parents hated. Had a mother who was never around so anytime you needed to avoid curfew her house was the place. She “developed” early and had knowledge of sex and the male anatomy more so than the “Health Class” teacher, and often delighted at enlightening the other girls when the opportunity arose.

Favorite song: Like a virgin - Madonna
Last Words: “If you can’t be Good, Be Good at it”

Kimmy: Vice-President of the Cheer Squad! Dating a socially well placed linebacker on the football team. Enjoys cooking and sewing and has aspirations of having a family someday. Never uses language like fuck or cunt.

Favorite song: When A Man Loves A Woman, Michael Bolton
Last Words: All you need is Love!

Garrett: His stylish mullet made him a favourite among the ladies of Roxette High. He was a natural athlete and was the star of all the sports teams. He was also a natural asshole and was very skilful at hiding the fact that despite his 12 years of school “he can’t read good”. He is known by his buddies as “the stallion”.

Favourite song: the Stroke, Billy Squire
Last Words: “Just a man and his will to survive"

Don- A member of both the wrestling team and the track team and a decent student Don surprised everyone when he was arrested for stalking Catlin as well as assaulting Joey Jeremiah from the series Degrassi Jr High.

Favourite Song: Miss You Much – Janet Jackson
Last Words: “Joey doesn’t deserve you Caitlin”

Kristy- Was really into animation however was never taken seriously by any of her peers or teachers. Had a bit of a temper problem and was a regular at anger management classes. Was suspended in her senior year for flying into a rage and pushing a Costco size bottle of pink hand soap out of a third story window; thus creating a veritable cement slip and slide on the pavement below.

Favourite Song: Deeelite – Groove is in the heart.
Last Words: “When you grow up, your heart dies”

Dana's List of the best things in life....

It has taken me a considerable amount of time to compile this list. The entire experience was rewarding as it really forced me to acknowledge the things that I hold close to my heart, and gave me an opportunity to reflect on the person I am and what in life is truly important to me.


So here it goes...


Dana's List of the BEST things in life

Morning sunshine, pink painted toenails, cute undies – calling them undies. Retro bikes- and giving inanimate objects nicknames.

Black tea with a splash of milk after dinner. Fine tip markers that are good for colouring on things. The smell of rain on pavement in summertime.

Photosynthesis.

Bellybuttons. Clean sheets and shaved legs. Starry nights. Boys with backpacks full of gear. Spitting sunflower seeds while driving on a winding dirt road. When forest fires make the sun glow pink.

Apprehensive kisses. Music that encapsulates a moment. Wanton splatters of paint that you discover days later. Popcorn at the movies. Getting ready for dances in junior high.

Coffee and a good mug that you can wrap your hands around. Postcards. Cake for breakfast. Making crafts. Drive in movies. Pussy willows, stuffed animal wars, fern fights and tree houses - innocence.

Travel stink – and everything else that goes with traveling.

Used books and used book shop jungles. Tan skin and the smell of coconut lotion. Freckles. A cat’s attitude. Make-up as an art form. Gnarled trees and Brad’s enrapturing stories.

Aquamarine.

Playing Tag in the dusk until your mom calls you home. Crickets providing the soundtrack to the summer. The simplistic beauty of sea shells. The ugly factor of sturgeon. Fingers -especially my boney ones. Thinking about how mountains were formed.

Daydreams. Dancing at Honey. Falling asleep when the sun is already awake. Adrenaline. A gorgeous pair of high heels. Pushing a button (especially a red one) you don’t know the consequence of.

Capricious and impassioned singing in the car with the closest of friends.

Warm clothes out of the dryer. The fuzz on peaches. Campfires. The ambiance created by burning candles. Being the cause or catalyst of a beaming smile.

Secret languages between friends.

Thick, sweet smelling lotion. Reading on my front stoop-front stoops in general. Homemade salsa. The stamp on my forearm- evidence of last night’s debauchery that I forgot to scrub off before work.

Sleepovers.

Metaphors.

Red wine in a Bordeaux glass. A witty retort. Woolly slippers. My Granny's jewellery. Organic yoghurt that tastes like clouds. All encompassing hugs that melt worries. The excitement of talking to boys on the phone.

Jenn’s hair and how it’s always evolving. A boisterous card game that results in playful shouting and cursing. Long luxurious sleep-ins and a good morning stretch. The sound a pen makes when it scratches on paper.

Errant smiles tossed at strangers.

Curls as they crawl down a boy’s neck when his hair is getting a bit too long. Large glamorous sunglasses. Fervent and ranty conversations. Fuzzy caterpillars. People that work in coffee shops.

The feeling you get when you think you may be out of control running hard down a hill. Snuggling under a blanket. Watching the same movies repeatedly with your sisters.

Raucous laughter! -almost pee your pants laughter.

Treasures that cost a dollar. Polka dots. The way a summer dress can make you feel. Peeling a grapefruit, bugging Ben about his mom peeling his grapefruits. Documentaries.

Holding hands. Swirly doodles. The taste of the glue on stamps. TV theme songs from childhood. Birthday cards. Icing- especially when it is turned blue with food colouring. Bunny rabbits. Discussing life with my mother.

Passion.

Bum dimples. Dystopian novels. Nakedness. Smoke rings. Hosting and attending theme parties. Dressing up. A beautiful notebook. Silk scarves tied around necks. The boots I bought in Rome, the boots I couldn’t afford in Florence.

Short yet complex puzzles. Poetic lyrics that inspire. Smoothed blue or green glass you find on the beach. Burying my toes in warm sand. Watercolours. The dizzy euphoria created by the hooka.

Music in Tarantino movies. The Sexy Eyes. The sound shell earrings make when you sway. Brush strokes in impressionists paintings.

The smells of: freshly cut grass, coffee grounds, and cedar.

Friends that are life enduring. Being a big sister. Concert t-shirts and t-shirt irony. How, many years later, I still have all the lines to the movie Dazed and Confused memorized.

Being waterlogged from eating an entire watermelon.

History.

Gin and tonic extra lime. Anything really sour or really spicy. Reading the paper on a Saturday morning with coffee and friends. Visits to the hair dresser.

Private jokes. Live music. Aspirations.

Change.

James Joyce’s passage on snow falling in Dublin. Crossword solving with my roommate. Diction, especially the words: vermilion, papillon, effervescent, crux, intrepid, esoteric, liaison, bliss, rad, mirth, juxtapose....

Saying the same thing as someone else at the same time. Waking someone up with Butterfly Kisses.

The Unknown. The Known.

Misshapen chaos of well seeming forms. Fireworks. Original Nintendo. Lavender.
The rock star face.
Monkeys.
Looking someone deep in the eyes and trying hard not to be the first to look away.

Learning always learning. Chocolate. Fresh flowers. Precious moments captured on film. Mix tapes -even though they are on cd.

Whistling in songs. “That is what I hope I like I old.” A cosy cardigan. Silver rings with sparkly jewels. How sweat pools on my lower back in yoga.

The last sentence on the last page of a book.

Love, sweet love.

TWC: Favorite: dirty, smutty, salacious...

...sensual, unchaste, erotic, bawdy, fleshy.... line from a song.


Lindsay Flem:

Although this might not be the most sexually explicit song ever written, I think it disturbs me more in its subtle, yet disturbingly obvious description of oral sex. While the innuendo is obvious to the discerning ear, poor young girls and boys were completely oblivious to its hidden meaning and continued to sing along to the song in their blissful mid-90's teeny-bopping ignorance. Not to mention that the video is an absolute abomination - seriously, the intense homoeroticism and creepy 9 year old pre-thug who finds the B44 View Finder in the trash are such an awkward and unnecessary combination. The whole song is ridiculous, but the best/worst line is "Im gonna make you come tonight .... (deliberate extended pause) .... over to my house!" bahahaha I'M ON TO YOU B44 you sneaky spikey haired devils!!


Get Down: B44

If you get down on me
I'll get down on you
I will do anything
That you want me to
It's a game of give and take
To make it through
So if you get down on me
I'll get down on you tonight


PK:

"This one is pretty clever. And honesty is sexy isn't it?"

OutKast - Hey Ya!

"Don't want to meet your daddy,
Just want you in my Caddy.
Don't want to meet your momma,
Just want to make you cumma.
I'm just being honest.
I'm just being honest."

I can't choose only one. Honourable mention to this random song:
It's a techno song and that's the only lyric (repeated 3 times throughout the song).

Klubbheads - Work This Pussy

"Work this pussy you big ugly bean-eatin' ass son of a bitch. Yooo!"


B*Rad:

SEXIEST SONG EVER! TONI, YOU DIRTY GIRL!!!!!

Toni Braxton - I Get So High

I'll always think of you
Inside of my private thoughts
I can imagine you
Touching my private parts
With just the thought of you
I cant help but touch myself
Thats why I want you so bad
Just one night of Moonlight,
with you there beside me
All night, doin it again and again
You know I want you so bad
Baby, baby, baby, baby


Big E

This song line is from the TH18 glory days. Cellar anyone?"

Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz - Get Low lyrics

To the sweat drop down my balls,
To all these bitches crawl.


Cam

"Big Ten Inch Record" - Moose Jackson

I cover her with kisses
and when we're in a lover's clinch
she gets all excited
and she begs for my big 10 inch...

record of a band that plays the blues
she just love my big 10 inch
record of her favorite blues

my girl don't go for smokin'
and liquor just make her flinch
seems she don't go for nothin' 'cept for my big 10 inch...


Danes:

CSS: Art Bitch

Lick Lick Lick My Art Tit!
Suck Suck Suck My Art hole!

TWC: You know you are from Vancouver when...

You know you are from Vancouver when...

Big E:
...you wear black lulus as dress pants.

Jenny:
...when you think that its ok that clothes come in size 00.

Benji:
...you make over 500,000 a year and still cannot afford a decent place to live.

Ange:
...the mention that someone is from Surrey automatically turns you off.

Kevo:
... a non-raining gray sky lifts your inner spirit!

PK:
...you talk about the erratic weather constantly.

Dana:
...you know Squire Barnes and believe the name to be as irritating as the person.

Brad:
... you can justify kicking a paraplegic in the nuts.

A Junktastic Response ~ By Bradley, (Friend/Curler)

Commercials, advertisements, and society in general are all aimed at glorifying "things" and selling them as "Things". That is the need to propel a product or an idea into such prominence in one's life, that being without, would be like being without a soul, or a sense of being. This tactic can be applied to anything from a Saturn minivan to an Egg McMuffin. Western culture's obsession with "things", limits the value held in contentious or pivotal issues (and dare I say, traditional values as well). Instead of wanting a healthy family, or a stable home life, we want an I-Pod. Instead of reading the newspaper, or even watching the news; we turn to magazines, gossip websites, and reality TV.

Is it that one is so scared of reality we try and escape into fantasy worlds? Or is a portion of the population simply oblivious to the changing dynamics and the impending horror of what the world is becoming?

The question of image is a tough "nut to crack". When it boils down to it, EVERYONE has an image. You have to choose something, or a smattering of somethings. People that try so hard to be "imageless" are the most obvious of all. The typical Commercial Drive hipster, who only wears hemp, composts in their bedroom, and hates anyone who wears a leather jacket or owns a TV, are the easiest to spot. I sometimes wonder if they think, "Who am I, and how did I assimilate into this culture of "poor aristocracy". Pointing your nose up at every person unlike you who walks the street is just as bad as rich people not bothering to communicate with the "commoners".

Don't get me wrong, I think it is completely okay to hate Wal-Mart, America, and Television, but is it NOT okay for people to actually like these things? One can try and hold up the ideals important to them, but why bash others for expressing what they like?

I have thought in the past that a certain group of people are just simply more aware of the plight of the universe, whereas others are completely oblivious. I sometimes envy the oblivious, however, WE ALL BUY INTO SOMETHING.

It is essentially about, us, as humans, in a rich country; trying to find the right (or maybe righteous) path, and being so fucking confused along the way.

The Western/First World "culture" disgusts me, but I would never want to experience third world hardships.

Why do we complain?

Sincerly,

A Consumer.