The condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night. Then you throw it away. The condom, I mean! Not the stranger.

In honor of my all-time favorite director, David Fincher.
Happy Birthday!
And bear with me, followers. For this will be one of my longest posts ever.

Fight Club (1999)
Directed by David Fincher.
Starring Edward Norton, Brad Pitt, Helena Bonham Carter, Meatloaf, and Jared Leto.

Tyler Durden: “Welcome to Fight Club.

• The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club.
• The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club!
• Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over.
• Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight.
• Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas.
• Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes.
• Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to.
• And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.”

Most people who “love” Fight Club are blind to see the main reason it was trying to point out.
That society is hypnotized.
That we are the new slaves of a generation that does not matter in history.
We will not be remembered.
We are not special.
Just like everyone before.
And like everyone after.
Some understand the message that has always lied beneath the surface. But most don’t ever see it in their entire lives. Famous or unknown. Poor or rich. You are a society zombie. You are a law zombie. You are a media zombie. You need to have an opinion on everything. You follow rules you don’t agree on. You buy what they sell. You don’t have any choice on this.

You watch what they show. Notice that they put all the mindless crap on television into “The Supreme Dish/Cable Combo for only $19.99 for the first twelve months!” Because after that, you’re too dead in your mind to think for yourself. All the commercials for gym equipment, Viagra, tampons that control your leak, eighteen year olds showing their tits for a t-shirt, make-up, perfume, fast food, diet supplements, “cigarettes kill” advertisements (but you want one afterward.) suck you in more and more.

You value the opinions of  “style” and “popularity” from those “fashion” networks, magazines, and designers. You think that a bomb exploding in a city you don’t care about, soldiers dying, starving children in Africa is a tragedy. Yet, it leaves your mind almost instantaneously after something else is mentioned or shown. Big tits and a curvy ass is what makes a woman, a woman. Huge biceps and rock hard abs are what makes a man, a man. You work a job you hate to save up money for the things that control you. From the food that affects your health to the Wal-mart super deals of $5 DVD sales. All put together to be the back bone to a now failing economy.

You blame political leaders for something that will never physically or mentally affect you. More taxes and war. That doesn’t, nor will it matter. They’ll put in a history book and fifty years from now, the next mindless generation will be taught. Capitalism is shit. Yet, you don’t understand what it means. You just play along. Why? Because you live in America, or at least in a part of the world that refers itself to be “Civilized”. Still though murder, crime, poverty, political aggression, dictating corporations that control your money, angry citizens and residents, drugs and gangs, racism, sexism, insanity and sanity are all very much alive more than anywhere else in the world.

Now. For some of you, these are the reasons why you like Fight Club;

• You like seeing violence without being a part of it. Or as the civilized monkeys like to call it, “being a victim.”
• You like seeing what Hollywood suggests is going to be the new craze. All those fake Fight Clubs that popped up after the movie were amateur idiots.

Fight Club wasn’t about fighting to let anger out. Or to show your masculinity.
Fight Club was about breaking society’s rules of acceptance.
To feel alive and content, not by the pain, but of the aliveness that you individually have. You don’t need pornography to feel the satisfaction of ejaculation for a minute. You don’t need the material possessions that everyone will envy you for. You don’t need five zeros in your bank account to say you are rich. You don’t need anything. The cold of the night does not change if you are powerful or weak. If you have a mansion or homeless. It just is.

Yet, we all are blindly skipping the very fact of the film.
That it’s a hypocrite to itself.
Everything it stands for wasn’t a lie.
Everything in the film is true.
But it is hypocrisy at its best.
Why? Because you pay to watch it.
You see Brad Pitt.
You see Edward Norton.
You are contributing your slave sweated dollars to the very institution the film says TO NOT FOLLOW!

PROVING THAT YOU ARE A MINDLESS CONTROLLED SLAVE OF SOCIETY!

I, myself, am contradicting this very post.
Why? Cause I am wasting my time on something most won’t read on a website that is connect to the internet I pay for every month on the computer I bought with those very addicting dollars from the job I find no pleasuring satisfaction.

Why do we work?

• For money.
• To ensure the safety of our family from the negativity of the world.

We go in everyday to work for hours!
Wasting the only life we have to receive a pay that is not worth our time.
We are willing to waste years on this. But if someone offered a million dollars for your death, chances are you‘ll skip that offer. Why? Cause death is freighting? Cause death is the end? No. That’s what society wants you to think. From the corporations, to your employer, the policemen that “protect and serve the law” (not the people) who rely on your tax dollars, to your very family. Who, yes, will be sadden by your death, but at the same time, worried at the financial stability. They make you believe that because they lose one more. One more space monkey.

This very country fought that system.
That they didn’t need the controlling tyranny of a law they didn‘t accept. Of order they refused to follow. Something they didn’t agree on. And they called it an acceptable revolution. Now, only three hundred years later. We are the dictators of the world. You invade a country, we will kill your men to make your country weaker. You have more jobs than us? We find ways to bargain with you to get our share of the greed. We have become the very thing we have fought.

That is what the entire message was about.
To be free.
Not from society.
From security.
From war or violence or crime or poverty.
Or from love or happiness or peace.
But to be free from yourself.
To be free in life.
To Know. Not Fear. But Know That Someday You’re Going to Die.
And that all of this was for nothing.

“But that’s me, and I could be wrong. Maybe it’s a terrible tragedy...”

A couple of days ago, I releaved my crush of Narcissa Malfoy.
But now, the other Black sister needs some attention as well.
Bellatrix Lestrange, your psychopathic, homicidal behavior is such a turn on. ;)

“Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It’s not my problem.”

- Marla Singer.

Wow.
Never noticed.