One of the things I find rather sad about the Interweb is that it deludes people into thinking they have a “voice”.
I know I can be accused of hypocrisy here, but I am under no illusions – I don’t for a moment think people are waiting on my word to change their lives. Maybe I give a chuckle here or a thought to ponder there but that’s it. I ain’t gonna change the world when only a billionth of the population reads my utterings.
There are various “movements” set up around the place however that seem to think they have the power to change the world.
There is a group somewhere [can’t remember its name. Avast? Something like that] that keeps mailing me telling me that I only have a couple of hours left to sign an on-line petition to save the whales, or the Gold Standard or the plight of women in Iran or whatever the fuck they think is the cause of the moment. Do these people really think this makes a difference? Do they really think that a couple of million clicks on a screen means anything?
Then there are the “causes”.
I did a quick sniff around and found quite a few of these rather vague and ephemeral causes. One is “World Bloggers Day”. I haven’t the faintest idea what its cause or purpose is. Apparently it took place last May without a mention anywhere it must have been a real earth-shattering event?
There is another one that happens sometime around now. I found mention of it somewhere but can’t find it now. If I remember correctly it is supposed to be a day when every “blogger” in the world writes about World Peace? Even supposing they/we/I do then what will be the outcome? Fuck all. Are the Taliban going to hang up their weapons because Grandad says that peace is better? Are the Israelis going to bin their nuclear weapons because someone in Guatemala wrote a poignant post about war being wrong? Are they hell!
One thing I know is happening now is the tackily named “Movember”. This is supposed to be an hilariously clever merging of the words “moustache” and “November”. This is the month where all men are supposed to grow moustaches in the name of charity. This is the month where men are supposed to “get in touch with their feminine side”. [My feminine side is currently pottering around in her shed and I have no wish to “get in touch” with her just at the moment. I’m enjoying the peace.] It is supposed to make me “aware” of prostate cancer and my general health. I would have them know that I am well aware of my health and the state of my prostate and the fact that I have a hirsute upper lip for over forty years has fuck all to do with anything.
I shall continue to stick my little scribbles up on this quiet little backwater of the Interweb. I don’t expect to change anything. I don’t expect my name to appear in the history books. This site will never be stored in some digital museum as “the site that saved the world”.
I know my place.