Everyone knows there’s a dark side to the music industry, hell, there’s a dark side to anything – but no one ever really knew how bad it was until Kesha stepped forward and filed a complaint against her producer, Dr. Luke, in 2014 (see below for a short summary of what has been going on). Now, after three horrific years of fighting for herself and literally the basic human right to not be abused in any way possible, she has finally broken free and found her own voice. “Praying” is one of the newly released singles, and it blew me away – because, ultimately, in the song, she sings about a level of forgiveness/letting go I can hardly even fathom.
I had no clue what to write about today, so I was bugging some of my friends trying to come up with a topic. One of them, M. Mori, asked me an interesting question: why do people still buy so many books, when we could just read them digitally, which is much more eco-friendly? We're all well aware that things are really not that okay with our planet, yet we don't really do much to stop it – not even something that takes as little effort as reading a book digitally instead of a paper version.
I'm not going to bother writing a post about how this is bad and how we should all stop doing it, because I, myself, am seriously guilty of this – if you've been following my blog for a while, you probably know I have a serious book-buying problem. There is zero justification for me to buy any more books: my to-be-read pile contains at least a hundred books (and this is not even an exaggeration), so I did not really need anything new to read. My shelves are filled to the brim and there are even some piles of books on the ground, so it's not like I had any space to fill. Exams are coming up, so I will not even have time to read, and the book I bought is not even a particularly pretty one or rare one at all.
However, there is the argument of sentiment many book-buyers cling to – people who prefer material copies of books often defend themselves saying they like to have something to hold, something to write in, something that is there. Yet I think those people themselves know that the argument that these habits are killing our forests really trumps the fact that they just like the feel of a real book. Despite that, this doesn't stop them – nor does it stop me. As much as I care for our planet, I know in my heart that I will never stop hoarding books. Frankly, and this might sound a bit controversial, I don't think it inherently should.
My friend M. Mori agrees. As she so eloquently says: "These collections we build up, we can't deny they're vain. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity. We could be morally rigorous about it. Only go to the library, spend our money on charity; even more rigorous, don't even spend our time on books, but volunteer. The only things that keep us from doing so are social convention and personal vanity, sentimental bullshit.
Oh, we can save the world; but in the end it wouldn't be worth saving if it wasn't beautiful. We're all gonna die, and most of us won't leave a trace worth preserving. But to love something beautiful is a privilege. It's an opportunity life continually throws our way, and one we should grab firmly with both hands. No, not with both hands: with one wary hand. So we can use our second hand for things of practical use, to move about the world, to give others a hand.
So we should allow ourselves some sentimental purchases. To bask in a book's physical presence, putting it on shelves with pride, stopping mid-sentence while reading to examine the cover. But not to lose our footing in reality. Be rational about your vanities: allow yourself some pretty books, but don't buy a flashy sportscar. Take care of this beautiful world and appreciate its small, unfathomable beauties. Choose your illusions carefully; we'll be alright."
And on that note, dear readers, we will leave you to ponder over what will prevail.
- L. Parole & M. Mori
Yesterday afternoon, after reading for about five months approximately, I did it: I finished the entire Harry Potter series. Seven books, one hundred ninety-nine chapters, three thousand seven hundred and thirty-three pages. As I ploughed through the books, a certain someone kept asking me why I’d spent so much time reading children’s books. Surely that’s time wasted? Well, frankly, it isn’t, and I’ll tell you why.
Superhero movies used to bore me. I roll my eyes at revenge plots, I yawn my way through action scenes, I find myself worrying who’s going to pay for the city’s infrastructure. During these years of intense superhero hype, all I’ve wanted is for Hollywood to ditch the spandex suits and be done with it. Surely, we’ve had enough?