Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Mob rule is just plain stupid


Can somebody please explain to me why a person can be very intelligent but people are bloody stupid?

Why is it that individually we can be highly evolved intellectuals yet be an ignorant mob when put together?

I have two specific examples to give you of this phenomenon.

Take my wife.

Please.

Badum-tsh, I’m here all week folks…

Anyway…

Take my wife.

Educated far higher than I ever will be with an actual degree and everything, she has many years’ experience in teaching on top of her academic credential. In short, she is a clever woman.

And yet she can be swept into the crapiest, tackiest shops in the world on the crest of the latest “woman fad” and come out clapping her hands and tingling with desire for some overpriced piece of utter useless shit with the name Cath Kidston stamped on it.

This stuff is absolutely awful and yet shop after shop is opening. The country is covered in tacky looking tea towels covered in roses or mugs with strawberries on. Expensive crap that kitchen after kitchen is getting filled up with. Hoards of women are lapping it up. Clever, sophisticated women who can hold their own in any high-powered business meeting, go loopy spending £20 on a tin far too small to be any use just because it has Cath’s name on it. Kidston is raking in the cash after quickly reacting to the tide washing the mob in her direction. I suspect, if she isn’t already, she will very soon be selling Cath Kidston £5 notes with a flower drawn on them in red ink for only £15, but be quick because each of the 20 billion stores will only have three million of them to sell.

A galaxy of women, swept along by a gravity they cannot possibly escape. Shocking.

And then there are ‘Vintage’ shops.

Vintage.

Really?

How can people who are clearly capable of holding down jobs and paying mortgages or rent, find themselves thinking that paying three times more for a second hand chair, than it cost when it was new, is a good idea?

It’s not just that simple either. These businesses scour the charity shops and junk yards for things that people have thrown away, on account of them being knackered, pay pretty much nothing for them and quickly paint them in a pastel colour or add a Union Flag and bosh – on goes a hundred pounds. People in a mob lap it up. They would never ever consider buying their furniture from OXFAM or SCOPE, where their money could actually be used to benefit someone needy, because that’s just 2nd hand charity crap – it isn’t Vintage! However if some Del-Boy goes into those same shops, buys a chair and then places it in his Vintage shop across the road then suddenly it’s ok. As long as the money is going to a good old fashioned commercial chancer then fine – let’s buy it!

The mob has spoken – Vintage is in.

What a load of crap.

But the crowds say it’s cool so…

What do I know?

7 comments:

Nick Riches said...

Sounds like you now have a house full of flowery print! Bet it all goes nicely with the pale blue rocking chair out on the porch fer Granpa... Night Jimbob!

Frances said...

And......what about " that" book? The grey one! Not read it myself, and don't plan to. I have heard enough about it to not be interested...but I suspect it's amazing popularity is down to a touch of the "emperors new clothes".

Glen said...

Nick - the human brain cannot comprehend how many cushions we have....

Frances - I know. talk about bandwaggons. My wife is reading it but - to quote her - "Skim reading the boring bits"..... :-D

Glen said...

Nick - the human brain cannot comprehend how many cushions we have....

Frances - I know. talk about bandwaggons. My wife is reading it but - to quote her - "Skim reading the boring bits"..... :-D

Glen said...

Nick - the human brain cannot comprehend how many cushions we have....

Frances - I know. talk about bandwaggons. My wife is reading it but - to quote her - "Skim reading the boring bits"..... :-D

Clipped Wings said...

You're talking about half of my belongings, although I'll have you know it's all high end vintage trash and junk bought before the pastel paint is slapped on. I've been wondering just how that whole mess started of painting junk badly, then selling it as shabby chic.

Kathy said...

That is funny and oh so true. Once again you have hit the nail on the head.

Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com