I’ve been thinking about the climb lately. I think at age 10 I thought I would be a CEO by 27. I need a boost. I need to look forward to more than just the next Cut Copy show (ok, F that, even CEO’s should still be excited about that shit.) I think I’ve toiled at this level long enough and it’s time to start juicing.
I want to be a Director before I hit 40. I want to do work that matters. Finish a masters’ (or two). Read more Kafka. More Baudrillard. Sometimes I worry that one day I’ll wake up, and I’ll be 34 and I’ll have achieved only minimal successes and sunken into the lull of mediocrity. Sometimes I can’t sleep. I lay awake and try to recount the academic writers I so hotly debated over drinks years ago. The Chomskys the Adornos the Mulveys the Haraways.
Do you worry about this?
We all do something to get ahead. I’m so over this “I can’t believe ARod did steroids” story the Sports sections can’t seem to get enough of. That we ever believed any Major League player wasn’t using ‘roids since Mark Maguire’s muscles practically burst through his skin 10 years ago is f’ing insulting. Of course they use performance enhancing drugs. Baseball is a business. It’s not a non-profit making dreams come true for little boys with dreams of athletic greatness. Players who can break records fill seats and boost ratings. Owners make more money. Players make more money. It’s win-win. Baseball lost all credibility years ago and now how can it go back? Clean players will never be as entertaining as juiced up super hitters. Drugs enhance ability. Ability enthralls us. We tune in. Love of the game is a thing of the past.
what career booster superdrug do I need?
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