At lunch I threw The Kleptones' "A Night at the Hip-Hopera" into my new iriver H10 (more on that later) and went for a stroll in the hot, hot heat. "Question", a track in the collection, features a sound bite from "Fight Club" that really struck a nerve with me. Even though I had heard it many, many times, it was as if I was finally hearing it for the first time.
I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Tyler Durden is bang on. He follows it up with more brilliance. "You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."