for the love of addiction
Yesterday I read For the Love of Money, and was really uninterested because he acted like being addicted to salary increases was new and interesting and original.
Hasn’t he ever read David Foster Wallace? We’re all addicted worshippers! For every twenty something New York City Banker addicted to bonuses there are too many fashion interns addicted to being asked if they’re models, startup dudes addicted to the sound of their elevator pitch, and twenty somethings addicted to their own reflection and delusions of grandeur. And that’s just New York! I mean LOOK AT SELFIES.
There’s nothing wrong with certain types of addiction – especially the healthy, dedicated kind. But glamorizing addictions, the way he does, is just lame. Its like he never met anyone else crazy or passionate in his whole life.
Dude, stop complaining and get addicted to something...
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