Reflecting upon my blog posts I can’t help but notice how pessimistic and sarcastic I am. Sarcastic I am fine with; it’s by no means an adjective I would use to describe myself, but it comes as no surprise. I would choose witty over sarcastic. And humble. Pessimistic, however, is far from correct. I’m one of the most nauseatingly optimistic people I know. It can sometimes be a problem, especially when my significant other’s pessimism clashes with my sunny view of the world. Writing is more fun when you’re bashing something, so I’ll forgive myself.
And pessimism, I believe, represents the basis of the problems society (or humankind) faces. In the same way the complaint/praise ratio of any business will be invariably skewed toward the negative, humans are far more interested in the bad than the good. How many of the essays in Discovering Popular Culture are centered on a negative aspect of our culture? I would venture the vast majority if not all of them. Why can’t we have essays praising some aspect of American culture? Are we really that hateful? Is there no one thing everybody can agree on?
Is there nothing in this world that is purely good?