wes anderson is like quentin tarantinos weird younger brother who sits in his room playing records and gets mad when quentin hides his library card
tbh I don’t blog much about Sid Vicious or Nancy even when I blog a lot about Johnny Rotten because I guess I don’t respect him much in general…
Never Mind The Bollocks, Here’s The Sex Pistols.
Messages to the Public
Spectacolor electronic sign
20 x 40 ft.
Text: Truisms, 1977–79
Times Square, New York
© Jenny Holzer, member Artists Rights Society (ARS), NY
From LIFE, 1947
*upper middle class fucker voice* But you have [one nice thing] so how are you poor
Some years ago, a good friend of mine got denied benefits— I think it was food stamps— because she had a car. Not an expensive or fancy car, but still a car. It was considered an asset, so she wasn’t poor enough.
Without the car, she would have no way to get to her job. Y’know, that thing you think people are just lazy if they don’t have one? She would have no way to get her kid to school and/or daycare so that she could work. She would have no way to go and get food. Some cities have public transit. Some don’t.
And let’s say she sells the car. Gets a few thousand for it. Ten thousand, at the outside; it was an old used car. That pays rent and buys food for… how long, do you suppose? Anyone out there living high on the hog at ten thousand dollars a year? Let’s say she got twenty thousand! That’s still a one-time sum. What’s she supposed to do when that runs out? I guess live on the assistance that she now qualifies for, which doesn’t actually cover all the living expenses, which is why she needed the job that she needed that car to get to.
Our system is designed to trap people in poverty and keep them there— and then punish them for needing the benefits that we required them to become “poor enough” to “deserve”.
Updated my about me page as well as my blog roll on the mobile app!!! Should look much better now >8)