One of the main things that holds our
society together is trusting one another. We, as humans, rely on other
humans to follow established rules and do their “jobs,” whether it’s a
surgeon, a pilot, a cop or a politician (go ahead, giggle).
With all the movements to instill a local and/or regional
focus on our consumer urges counter-balanced by the narrowing of our
reach, thanks to technology, what is the difference between local and global? What would 19th century hipsters think of the accessibility present in today’s world?
This election-era talk about lifting, taxing or not taxing America’s middle class doesn’t land or resonate with me. When I hear numbers like the possibility of $250,000 tax breaks for the
wealthy, it’s drowned out by the white noise poverty thrums through my
head or the rumbling hunger makes in my gut. It’s official: I am distracted by my own poverty.
I had hope that time would allow cooler heads to prevail
in the discussion of the Aurora, Colo., tragedy. By now, more than a
week has passed, but something feels different this time. Maybe it is more
personal because the attack took place at a movie theater and, being a
film critic, it struck too near to home for me.