Words, on the side of drink.

Sitting down to daily coffee, and the literature that is the garble that i write after having a massive episode-uptake of a series of western-worldly ammonia (the NH3 of smelling salts), coming up roses in our otherwise uninitiated ears, eyes, and sensibilities. Mostly, i drink up the comic satire of politics, the weekend funnies, or the cult American comedy series, and now have been taking to beauty editorials versus that of the beauty bloggers.

Being a journalist/ blog writer/ marketing person, i am akin to taking up the space that needs to be as professionally tackled in my mind, as possible. Sometimes, that can breach the cultures that people who ascend to their own ladders actually relate to - and having minded that you are their possession, get into a mild shock on where to put their reliant alliance to - you who have a mind, or you who have a voice. If you have both, sadly, you are probably better off not heard or seen. Or face the torment that is the confusion in those who have been cruelly conditioned by what is the horrifying decades of mass media conditioning - what is cool, and who is cool are left to the dictates of the few.

There is no room, and minding your own preferences had taken a backseat for such a longer time, to the sole upkeep of institutions that have been brought to fruition mindlessly by corporations that needed to cross cultures, and broaden markets, and therefore, those who have “uninitiated minds”.

We who believe that there is power in privacy, do not bend or mould what is the mass media uptake. We relegate that to entertainment, and become a part of the consumption, and not the real supplement of its compromising tentacles. What sells is sometimes a sell-out, to the beacons that have populated only the halls of private schools, boarding schools, and those that hone the literary geniuses with their circle of would-be leaders, paradigms of which will influence the actual forefront of industry, and fortitude with its fortuitousness and enlightenment of spirits.

Today, we see bits of that happening - as it becomes an ever-changing politically scared little islands of distrust, and having these cultures survive themselves, is a matter of economic mission in itself. We can micro-manage ourselves in the twists and turns that is life abroad/ in mobility, or in search for the actual creation of a lifestyle totally suited to us, but sometimes this doesn’t suffice.

And personal frustration aside, and the usual economy of what is the linger of a mild disgust at past political servitude, generational adjusts are (and should) have remedied that situation that held intrusions into your progress as a human being.

That is what we fight for. That is what this is about. The polity has nothing to do, but supply a following in which we marketers, in the twenty plus plus century, can advocate ourselves towards working in a mild ethic that continues to be the most apt for a smaller, more impressionable economy - in Asia, as well as taking up in a localist transparency that works or applies as well, worldwide. Will this survive the macroeconomies of the West? Or will it only create people who whinge and whine at the instance of the bigger economies to lending tilt and pardon to the (actually government-lent credit) market inequities?

What we see as personal, can actually be societal / government-induced, and the collective improvements must not be taken for as personal. They are not the same. As Queen and State are at present, separated by the demands of governance, so are small estates run by non-governmental precepts of familial tradition. One develops the person. The other develops the society in which you are to be reared.

I thought establishing this would be useful, and establish the next few (albeit very hipster) commentaries that i am going to evolve this blog towards. The politics, i would leave to the commentary of the economists, and actual people in charge, whose jobs it is to gear everyone into place. Mine is simply to rear the markets, and those who channel themselves upon it (as a real person) for a living, towards one that’s more subjected to its future independence.

We begin with knowing the difference.