the consumer society [Theme] Page 11

The media, our culture - all lay eggs under my skin. Big Brother fills me with the desire to udovletvoryat needs. Do I need a big house, a fast car, a thousand trouble-free beauties sex? I really need all this? Or so I dragged?

Too many people spend money they haven't earned, on things they don't need, just to impress people they hate.

It is the increase in life expectancy brings use all old values and related things. When people learned about sex at fifteen and die at thirty-five, they faced fewer problems than the people of our time who find out about sex, I think, at eight, and live to be eighty. Too long to hold the attention of the same idea. The same sickening idea.

To consumption we find ourselves in the society spread, total competition, which acts at all levels - economic, level of knowledge, desires, bodies, signs, pulses; all the things is now produced as exchange value in a continuous process of differentiation and overdifferencing.

Working only for the sake of wealth, we will build a prison. And locked in solitude, and all our wealth is dust and ashes, they are powerless to deliver us something worth living for.

We live in an age of canned food. (...) We don't need to think. Everything for us beforehand, chewed and even experienced. Canned! It remains only to open the cans. Home delivery three times a day. Nothing to sow, to grow, to simmer in the fire of hesitation, doubt and longing.

Who are we? We're just consumers, obsessed with the external trappings of prosperity. War, famine, violence doesn't care at all. And care of me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, and whose name is on the tag of my pants.

In consumer society most best-selling product is optimism.

People don't want a hero, they want to eat cheeseburgers, play the lotto and watch television.
People don't want heroes, they want to eat cheeseburgers, play Lotto and watch TV.