There is nothing quite like sitting down with good friends and chatting about life, the weather and of course, boobs and interest rates. The kind of stuff everybody talkes about, right? I should probably add that the context was a discussion about consumerism and the impact of the media on society.
I didn’t actually think this was exactly fodder for common conversation so I was more than a little surprised to discover some of the places these kinds of discussions are happening.
As I headed for the train after work last week my curiosity was piqued by the MX’s scattered through the station and I picked up a copy. Please don’t think less of me. For fear of imploding brain cells I skimmed quickly through the newspaper but was caught by an article entitled, “Some would argue that all this whining is the sound of a society slowly realising that consumerism has lied to us.” Yes, in the MX! In it the author goes on to describe the mass of complaining she hears over miniscule inconveniences as a “venting [of] our collective disillusionment at a social order that constantly assures us happiness is just a purchase away.”
Perhaps there is a growing disillusionment with the things that a capitalist, consumerist society seems to value? Either way, I’d like to open up the discussion more. In honour (and explanation) of my conversation with Nath Pearson about boobs and interest rates I wanted to share this song that he wrote. It is called “Boobs and Interest Rates”:
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Sealed for your protection says my toilet seat
what to do man, I Need to take a leak.
I don’t understand anything at all
Remove the lies and nothing breaks my fall.
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We’ll conserve as long as it won’t affect Consumption
We’ll Preserve if we can keep our Presumptions,
with Ivory swords we’ fight to save the Whales.
but if the share price drops , we quickly bail.
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The Whole world is dying,
and we Ain’t even trying
All we want to know is …
Did she get a boob job
and the impact of her Nipples on Interest rates.
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Get your share advice, Your Pills and a bigger dick
With that and a fake degree I’m sure you’ll pull the chicks,
oh you don’t need that, yes you’ve got a cool car
top Job, Good looks and a big cigar
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buy a house six times bigger than you need
then vote the rest of your life based on greed
Slaves to the markets ebb and flow.
Your dreams on the hope your super will grow
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Cut the crap we ain’t saving the world
we’re making so much money helping it burn
mesmerised by our plasma TVs
maybe in high-res we can see…
If she got a Boob Job
and the impact of her Nipples on Interest rates.
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Looking for needles though the haystack is on fire
While we kill their kids their daddies won’t retire
stupid wars and based on bent mythology
all to fuel archaic technology
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Boobs and Interest rates,
distracted as our world disintegrates
Boobs and Interest rates
Amuse us while the rich obliterate
Nath’s speil about it:
“the first verse may need some explaining…I arrived in America on my way to build houses in Mexico. When I got to my hotel room the toilet had this wrap around it “saying hygenically sealed for your protection,” which is the most overblown advertisement speak way of saying: “we cleaned your toilet after the last person used it.” It’s actually pretty common but at the time I thought it was a pretty stupid thing to say, but more broadly the stark difference between the poverty of mexico and, just 10 mins away across some line drawn a map, the wealth and hyper-consumerism of Americans made me see the world in really different ways… the kids I played soccer with in a garbage filled dirt street seemed happier than the kids I saw at disneyland days later. As for the title; well I thought it was an acurate summary of the news for one particular week… “