@Coin said in Fanbase entitlement:
@Karmageddon said in Fanbase entitlement:
@Coin said in Fanbase entitlement:
At least get mad at actual idiots, like people who wear Che Guevara t-shirts but can't even revolt against their parents. "Viva la revolución, mom, now can you send me my allowance, my Twinky supply is low". Fuck.
Maybe Twinkie person does a lot of humanitarian work, or is politically engaged to champion the downtrodden, or is otherwise actively involved in ways to improve the conditions that initially radicalized Che in the first place. I'd say that person is truer to the spirit of Che than someone who doesn't have the luxury of asking for Twinkie money but who nonetheless is nothing more than an armchair radical who doesn't actually do anything to improve anything. (I realize this could very easily turn into a socioeconomic discussion about the psychological impact of long-standing oppression and why a person may or may not have the time/energy/ability to do more than gripe. An armchair radical is still and armchair radical, though, whatever the reasons.)
I thought it was clear I was hyperbolizing, and in general meant 'people who have no idea who he was or whose lifestyle and opinions don't mesh with what his message was, but still wear his face'.
Judging by my reply, no. Not for me, anyway. No worries.
Or maybe that person just likes the artistry of the photo. (It's a great photo.)
I suppose. And if that's the case, sure. But then again, they most likely bought the shirt, which means it was the product of a capitalist action, which Che would have probably at least sneered at.
Agreed.
Then again, if they printed the shirt out themselves, I wouldn't have a thing to say.
But my POINT is, even if I DID run into someone with a Che shirt, I probably wouldn't try to quiz them on him.
Again, agreed. I still might have a negative opinion about it, whatever its intensity, if I knew they were coming from a place I felt was questionable or missing the point, but I don't care enough to find out. Or to give them shit about it. I also wouldn't linger on it or get bent out of shape or whatever. Once upon a time, though, that bartender would've looked tame in comparison to the frothing, righteously indignant teenager and young adult I was.
They'd lose anyway. And also feel inadequate when I revealed I was wearing a Trotsky shirt.
You're assuming they'd recognize him and know who he was/what he did. (I'm also assuming you're not being hyperbolic.)
As an aside, Biblia sounds awesome. May he still be rocking wherever the departed may rock.
He's probably sitting in the corner smoking a joint going, 'yeah, man, yeah'. He was super mellow.
Word.