I don’t understand how anybody can care about the lower salaries of Hollywood actresses or the absence of black Hollywood performers from the Oscars. To me, these are neither women nor African Americans. They are immensely rich folks who don’t give a crap about me and my interests, so I’ll be damned if I care about theirs.
And I especially resent the idiotic argument of, “Well, if these super famous people suffer discrimination, then what hope do we have?” There is no connection between their lives and ours. Their whole existence is about getting us to identify with their petty dramas so that we’ll forget about our real troubles. That’s what they get paid for. And whether they manage to get paid even more than they already do and get even more fame than they already do, they’ll never do anything for me.
Back in the harshest years of the post-Soviet economy, we were all glued to the TV screens watching a Mexican soap opera titled “The Rich Weep, Too.” It was comforting to imagine, in the midst of food shortages and an inflation of 1000%, that the rich experienced all the same problems we did. . . Only they didn’t. It was an illusion that they were peddling to us and that we idiotically lapped up. And while we stared beatifically at those screens, feeling sorry for the rich, the real oligarchs robbed us blind.
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