Where the first Pandemic! book seemed hopeful, Žižek is just as jaded as everyone else in this entry.
We could have done great things, but instead we turned on ourselves.
Itās a bummer of a book, but never boring. It talks about what the pandemic did for peoplesā sex lives (sales of sex dolls skyrocketed, which you would expect, but they were mostly bought by married couples, which you might not expect), the violent reaction to acknowledging a new reality by way of spitting on minimum wage employees for asking people to put on a mask, and clearer lines in class division.
Iām a sucker for class war. I grew up on punk rock and was poor at a few points in life and it really, REALLY sucked. It left scars, if you know what I mean.
And Covid really brought out peoplesā true colors when it comes to class division. People were more than happy to demand the poor go back to work to keep the economy going rather than keeping people safe and stopping a pandemic.
And the poor had to oblige.
Except for one thing: unemployment benefits were pretty good and it wasnāt uncommon to hear that the poor are lazily not working because they make more money from unemployment.
Maybe itās because I recently finished Grapes of Wrath, but thatās a statement that would have fit perfectly in that book. People are upset with the WORKER for not working and not the EMPLOYER for paying such lousy wages in the first place.
I blame day-traders who focus on making as much money as possible in as little time as possible while doing as little actual work as possible.
But I also blame the stubborn trait where one says āI had to do X, so you have to do X,ā even if society and maybe even the person saying this would benefit otherwise. Instead, they would rather hold themselves and their communities back in order to maintain the status quo with them on top, better than other people because they were given the opportunities to pursue whatever it was while others werenāt.
Itās frustrating.
We could have done great things, but instead we turned on ourselves.
Itās a bummer of a book, but never boring. It talks about what the pandemic did for peoplesā sex lives (sales of sex dolls skyrocketed, which you would expect, but they were mostly bought by married couples, which you might not expect), the violent reaction to acknowledging a new reality by way of spitting on minimum wage employees for asking people to put on a mask, and clearer lines in class division.
Iām a sucker for class war. I grew up on punk rock and was poor at a few points in life and it really, REALLY sucked. It left scars, if you know what I mean.
And Covid really brought out peoplesā true colors when it comes to class division. People were more than happy to demand the poor go back to work to keep the economy going rather than keeping people safe and stopping a pandemic.
And the poor had to oblige.
Except for one thing: unemployment benefits were pretty good and it wasnāt uncommon to hear that the poor are lazily not working because they make more money from unemployment.
Maybe itās because I recently finished Grapes of Wrath, but thatās a statement that would have fit perfectly in that book. People are upset with the WORKER for not working and not the EMPLOYER for paying such lousy wages in the first place.
I blame day-traders who focus on making as much money as possible in as little time as possible while doing as little actual work as possible.
But I also blame the stubborn trait where one says āI had to do X, so you have to do X,ā even if society and maybe even the person saying this would benefit otherwise. Instead, they would rather hold themselves and their communities back in order to maintain the status quo with them on top, better than other people because they were given the opportunities to pursue whatever it was while others werenāt.
Itās frustrating.