The era of political-correctness started way back in 70s when a peanut farmer called Jimmy Carter became the first “new age” POTUS. It was the beginning of the “cause” era and soon everyone went nuts over some kind of cause or the other… save the whales, save the starving in Africa, save the planet, free Nelson Mandela.
A plethora of organisations and commemorative days sprang-up… Greenpeace, Amnesty International, POWA, Women’s Day, Earth Day, AIDS day, Gay Pride day, plus hundreds of others. Personally, the only one I have managed to muster-up any emotional stake in, so far, is National Cleavage day. There’s even a World Vasectomy Day and Day of the Imprisoned Writer, which I can relate to, considering how swiftly my articles get rejected.
In all, there are at least 298 awareness days splattered across our calendars – I’ve got some ideas for the remaining 67 days. Why is there no International Haemorrhoid Awareness day or World Gout Day? Hey, how about this – International Homeless Day? Now there’s a cause that makes sense, but apparently people don’t care much about the homeless – not even if they have haemorrhoids or gout. They are society’s discards – just people that cause the ‘cause people’ an inconvenience, whenever they have to step over them on the pavement.
Forty years on the world is more polarised than ever and poverty and starvation still ravage Africa. The La-La-Land, new world, utopic dream envisioned by Jimmy Carter has not materialised. If anything, the planet is more environmentally messed-up, socially polarised, economically enslaved and politically powerless than it was when Jimmy had his dream back in the 70s. So what went wrong?
My favourite word in the English language is entropy. I love saying it and I love seeing it unfold even more. Entropy is the universal law that dictates that everything in the natural world gradually breaks-down until it self-destructs, and the part I like about it most is that there’s nothing we can do about it.
That’s what happened to the Mayans and other great civilisations that wiped themselves out, and that’s why just the empty shells of Jimmy the peanut farmer’s utopian dream remain.
Not only is it happening to us… we are doing a fantastic job of helping it along, with our insatiable appetites for materialistic comfort, pleasure and self-indulgence. We want smarter cars, smarter phones, smarter houses, smarter gadgets, smarter games, smarter toys and smarter appliances, while Mother Nature has to lick her ever increasing wounds to meet our ever increasing wants.
Apart from not being all that smart, human beings are also greedy, vain and self-destructive – a lethal combination – but, most of all they are self-deluding. They actually believe that wearing a ribbon for a cause makes a difference… that attaching a red nose to the front of a car makes a difference… that cooking an organic vegan meal and turning your swimming pool filter off on Earth Day makes a difference. You know what colour ribbon I’d like to wear? A brown one for “I don’t give a shit”.
Don’t get me wrong, there are things I care about – like why there are no Rastafarian bank managers or airline pilots, or Eskimo financial advisors? No women garbage collectors, sewage pipe maintainers – ever wondered why they call them manhole covers? No Miss World former mineshaft workers, grave diggers or deep sea crab fishermen? Sorry, I refuse to translate that word into “fisherperson” – it took me years to get over hearing the words “chairperson” and “waitron” for the first time.
These are the troubling and vexing issues that run through my mind, while I’m not watching Baywatch with the sound turned down.
Why isn’t there an International Men’s Day? Well, some may argue that the other 364 are, but even in terms of nature, men are getting a raw deal – the facts speak for themselves.
The international gap between men and women at birth is 8.1% in favour of men, but by the age of 32, the Grim Reaper has paid an untimely visit to those extra 8.1 men, and women then become the surviving majority. The primary reason for this elevated male entropy is that men have to do far more risky and dangerous things for a living than women do. That combined with the fact that they consume more than three-times the amount of alcohol their shared birthdate female siblings do. Naturally, I don’t mind this statistic and whenever my next birthday rolls around, I always console myself with the thought that there are more 32 year-old women around, as each year passes.
So when my next birthday comes around I will have three things to cheer myself up with – more younger women, less men to compete with and another year of entropy to look forward to. That and Cher and Robert Mugabe becoming another year older.
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