Pissing myself

We are a funny bunch. Main Street? Wall Street? Kitchen Table? Boardroom Table? Can't we just fucking say 'banks' or 'corporations' and 'people who work at banks' or 'people who work at corporations'?

The stupidest thing about these euphemisms is what they're attempting to accomplish. Class antagonism really should be a dead thing, especially in a society that still provides its members with economic mobility. We certainly don't need our politicians and media workers (who are rich) bringing back the ghosts of Marxism past. To be sure there is an antagonism between the few rich folks and the common, not as rich folks, which affords these euphemisms more life than they really deserve. And yet, there's just as much antagonism between the not-so-rich and the poor, perhaps even more, and it's rarely spoken about.

I suppose the comparison between 'kitchen tables' and 'dumpsters' doesn't carry the same weight as the other ones. We middle class people don't like to be reminded that we really are not the ones getting completely fucked over by economic bailouts. We like to feel like we're the truly downtrodden, the truly good people who are getting less than we rightly deserve. We especially don't like to be reminded that it's us, not the super rich, who completely fucked ourselves and the people below us. We took out lines of credit we couldn't afford, we created unsustainable spending patterns, we leased our cars, tv's, couches, and cell phones, and we pretended that nothing bad would ever come of it.

I haven't had caffeine or sugar since June; perhaps the 12oz Mocha wasn't such a good idea.