illwiththeconsumption .

somewhere along the line i lost sight of the american dream. i couldn't relate to any of it anymore; the smiling freshman in the back-to-school adverts, the male models staring vacantly off to the side wearing outfits more expensive than my rent, the guy on the snowboard drinking mountain dew... somewhere along the line i lost sight of the american dream, the dream that, one day, we will smile every minute of the fucking day with some sort of fantastic product in one hand and a peace sign on the other. the dream of having a too-large house filled with too-costly things and too-sheltered children to take to their too-underfunded schools but it's all fine as long as we have our too-bored wives and our too-featurefilled cars. the dream that, untill we get to that point, we'll have empty sex and strong drinks and stalk nightclubs for both of these things. and then, once i realized that i had lost sight of it, the apple pie american dream, i looked down at my collared shirt, my fifty dollar jeans and my designer necktie while on the dancefloor and discovered that i was, in fact, horribly mistaken.