Postmodernity has become an horror show of lazy irony. I indulge in the aethetic because of my place and time; education economics but find the stagnant nihilism and laissez faire just-for-lols approach to things that are worth earnestness overwhelmingly problematic. That isn’t to say there aren’t thinks about the pomo that I don’t adore–the playfulness with narrative structure in literature, the damn-near anarchical splintering of personal taste spurn on by consumerism. The common people seek the refuge of solid things, nationalism, patriarchy and racial superiority, built on a false notion of tradition to escape the overarching anomie that has plagued the western world since the epoch of modernity began. As individuals, we must competantly navigate between absurdity ad nauseum and, yea fuck it, the straight up fucking fascist. It is your responsibility not because of it was ordain from on high but because it can foster a more cohesive, well ordered system of thought and living–a romantic dream in a world of ambiguity and chaos that is perhaps impossible but worth striving for. That is my concept of the progressive, my reason for caring about politics.