Fuck Pomo

Speaking of pants and cars, let me say this: Beware of reading too many symbols. One is schooled these days in reading symbols; in the postmodern universe where there is no presumed center, no deep identity, no final truth, one falls back, overmuch I think, on reading symbols. The Dockers, for instance, symbolize ignorance and futility. Working in a record store symbolizes fidelity to aesthetic ideals; working in an insurance company symbolizes capitulation.

But in the complicated, fractal, material world, sometimes a job is just a job and sometimes pants are just pants. If you have a core self, if you have an identity, then you are the same person no matter what pants you wear or what job you work.

Thank you, Cary Tennis, that’s what I was thinking, too.

March 27, 2006 | Filed Under auto-categorized

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2 Responses to “Fuck Pomo”

Natalie on March 28th, 2006 8:07 pm

I love Cary Tennis. I read the week’s columns every Friday to have something to look forward to!
supamb on March 28th, 2006 9:31 pm

I’d never read him before, but I liked this answer so I think I’ll start!

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