Only days after declaring that "escape from reality (which is what the 3rd and 4th quarters of 2008 were all about) is over," Ellisblog goes Pollyanna on us. Wingsuits. Football talk. Oh bitter irony! A genuine disservice.
As bad as escapes from reality are, you know what's worse? Depression Lust. Especially all those predictions that we will, in the face of joblessness and financial hardship, find some sort of profound bliss. Priorities will be corrected. Everyone will be nicer. Even furniture design will improve!
I don't know what you're supposed to do if you feel like your priorities were already in order. And only people who've had the opportunity to become totally bored by expensive things talk up the joy of humble things. It's so "What Do The Simple Folk Do?" isn't it? Does staged empathy -- even well-done Dennis Haysbert staged empathy -- make me feel better? Are logoless Hermes shopping bags a sign of shared values? Such confusing times. I feel uninformed without a bleak and gloomy Ellisblog.