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juldeaThis is not my analogy, but I'm the one who's going to post it.
There's this song by Dar Williams called The Pointless, Yet Poignant, Crisis of a Co-ed. It tells a cute little story and is fun to listen to, but besides that, the story makes a point. I'll shove the lyrics at you, with important bits bolded.
So yeah. Just like in the song, at cons we of the "higher minds" get together with the intent of changing the world, exchanging information, and generally being awesome... but instead we just get high, and by get high, I mean have lots of random kinky sex. At least from what I saw. The higher functions of the con were overshadowed by the meat-marketness of it all. I admit that I fall for this too; wishing I had flashier/sexier clothing, buying the relationship status button...
Perhaps this makes for a good forum topic?
There's this song by Dar Williams called The Pointless, Yet Poignant, Crisis of a Co-ed. It tells a cute little story and is fun to listen to, but besides that, the story makes a point. I'll shove the lyrics at you, with important bits bolded.
I'm not a leader, i'm not a left-wing rhetoric mobilizing force of one,
But there was a time way back, many years ago in college, don't laugh,
But I thought I was a radical, I ran the hemp Liberation League with my boyfriend,
It was true love, with a common cause, and besides that, he was a Sagittarius.
We used to say that our love was like hemp rope, three times as strong as the rope that you buy domestically,
And we would bond in the face of oppression from big business and the deans,
But I knew there was a problem, every time the group would meet everyone would light up,
That made it difficult to discuss glaucoma and human rights, not to mention chemotherapy.
Well sometimes, life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging,
And so I found him in the arms of a Student Against the Treacherous use of Fur,
And he gave no apology, he just turned to me, stoned out to the edge of oblivion,
He didn't pull up the sheets and I think he even smiled as he said to me,
"Well, I guess our dreams went up in smoke."
And I said, No, our dreams went up in dreams, you stupid pothead,
And another thing, what kind of a name is Students Against the Treacherous Use of Fur?
Fur is already dead, and besides, a name like that doesn't make a good acronym.
I am older now, I know the rise and gradual fall of a daily victory.
And I still write to my senators, saying they should legalize cannabis,
And I should know, cause I am a horticulturist, I have a husband and two children out in Lexington, Mass.
And my ex-boyfriend can't tell me I've sold out, because he's in a cult.
And he's not allowed to talk to me.
So yeah. Just like in the song, at cons we of the "higher minds" get together with the intent of changing the world, exchanging information, and generally being awesome... but instead we just get high, and by get high, I mean have lots of random kinky sex. At least from what I saw. The higher functions of the con were overshadowed by the meat-marketness of it all. I admit that I fall for this too; wishing I had flashier/sexier clothing, buying the relationship status button...
Perhaps this makes for a good forum topic?