The problem with society today is that kids are told, "You can do anything you put your mind to." This is the biggest lie. When kids realize that their entire 12, 14, 16, or 18 years of existence has been a lie because 99.9999% are stuck in a social class, group of peers, etc., they lose it.
But that 99.9999% lose it because they aren't told how hard the 0.0001% work to get themselves out of their current situation, and into a better one.
Cut away, I say. I feel for them, truly. But it's their decision.
The more I read, the more I'm leaning towards that. Judging by the fact that the blog is less than a week old and has such a following is curious. I'd also venture to say that it might have been taken down already if it was genuine.
I'm writing this in the hopes that you will consider returning your dress and instead buy a velour pantsuit. That way, we could wear matching clothes when we both do our respective things. Think about how much more powerful our statements would be in synchronicity - at the exact moment you kill yourself, I will poop my pants. It would be a Eureka! moment the likes of which the world has never seen.
I am going poop my pants in 90 days. What else should i say? This blog is not a cry for help or even to get attention. It's simply a public record of my last 90 days with clean trousers. I'm not incontinent and nothing extremely horrible has lead me to this decision. But, does it really have to? I mean, as an avid eater I know clean trousers are dictated by societal constraints. My colon has had no great depression, no great war and it's biggest obstacle is the choice between 1 ply and 2 ply. So, if I feel like saying "blow mud", why can't I? Anyway, I hope you enjoy my thoughts as the clock runs out. Please don't attempt to "help" me. If you want to truly help, please send me ideas on how to do the deed. thx-Henry
My closeness to this project must have made art seem like reality to many people. That is not a reaction that I expected nor can I morally justify. This is why my project, 90DayJane, will be taken down in the next few hours.
90DayJane was meant to mirror the tragic figure, Christine Chubbuck. Newscaster Christine Chubbuck committed suicide in 1974 by shooting herself in the head live on air. She was very vocal about her depression to those around her and gave every indication of her exact intentions leading up to the event. Sadly, no one reacted or helped Christine and those left behind could only ask “why”.
Her story both inspired and terrified me because I can truly empathize with her rage and even her isolation. I wondered how Christine’s life and subsequent suicide would play out in our time. Would the internet be yet another place of isolation to her or an escape?