fuck you. i won’t do what you tell me.
i don’t need Zack de la Rocha to sing it out for me. it doesn’t make me a rebel, just an independent thinker.
i respect and pledge allegiance to some authorities actually; particular notions and ideals of authority are agreeable and logical. but the exercise of such is not always a reflection of those ideals. is it?
when i was eleven-years old, i was working the clock for an elementary-school basketball game. (indeed, it was cooler to work the clock than to be a player, and ye a story for another time.) a particular playoff match featured my school versus. i don’t know the spoils of winning an elementary-school playoff basketball game. i’m sure it’s a swanky enterprise.
my school’s coach, doubling as my reading and math teacher at the time, treasured the final moments ticking off the clock, much like a portly man running to make McDonald’s before the close of the drive-thru portal of delectable delights.
he, much like me being atop inbound,
was influential, in a place of authority. my teacher slyly approached during an intermission. he wanted me to stop the clock during breaks in play, yet i was instructed to leave the clock running, except for larger breaks in play. those were the rules.
then, due to jocose perversity or a real need to want to win, he mentioned how he would ‘help me out’ with my math grade if i stopped the clock more often, so our team could leverage those extra moments of play to win. i stopped for a moment and thought…
mostly about playing Super Mario Bros. 3 when i got home.
that’s what i told him (high fives self circa 1990). fuck him; i didn’t do what he told me. sure, it was of self interest to play his game, possibly raising my math grade, but math is dumb.
moreover, there was a voice inside of me back then and still. it reminds me to recognize the sometimes practiced ironies of authority. we have a number of ironies taking place in the industry.
do you know what saddens me? something like this.
this is a peer who aspires to write their own blog but hesitant. do you know what i told them to say to the notion of keeping from what they care about? see above.
i hope they don’t bow to some ironic notion of ‘authority’. as if we are in an industry where people would be ashamed or feel not good enough to exchange thought. i hope they don’t make themselves bullied.
we have another animal in the web search room, but this one much discussed.
observing google transgressions is not new. a number of our peers have expressed disdain for G, going as far as banning it. however, we can’t dismiss the volume of consumers using the search engine. it’s smart business to leverage google. but we, as practitioners, observe the irony; it makes our skin crawl like spiders across an epic-written web page.
we are driven to adhere to the demands of an authority. however, i’m keeping my eyes open toward the real picture.
i observe and respect forms of authority. however, i’m still that eleven-year old boy who observes sometimes associated ironies. i’m a wild, Saloon-writin bandito. I endeavor to play hard and well within the lines, but don’t get them twisted.
i’ll say, “fuck you. i won’t do what you tell me.” in some cases, i encourage you to do the same.
Anthony Pensabene is a writer and business strategist. He works with peers and clients on a variety of projects and willing to accept all forms of payment in return for good work. He moonlights as a professional Laser Tag player and writes bios in third-person. Please share in his composed adventures at Content Muse.