Putin riding a Dildo-Wallstreet-Bull
Letzte Woche verpasst aber immer noch lustig: „This morning in Lower Manhattan someone put a life sized, fake Putin on the Wall Street Bull and covered it with dildos.“
Streetart for people who hate Streetart: „There’s a new security-guarded mural in LA that only allows influencers and verifieds to take pics in front of it.“ Wo bleibt die Feuerlöscherbrigade, wenn man sie mal braucht.
The Universe of Bullshit is about to collapse. Gib mir den Rest, Baby…
David Graeber (Schulden – Die ersten 5000 Jahre) hat sein 2013er Essay über Bullshit Jobs (PR-Ottos, „Human Resources“-Berater, Strategen) mittlerweile in sowas wie eine Theorie gebacken und ein Buch (Amazon-Partnerlink) darüber geschrieben. Bei der Royal Society of Arts hat er grade eine Stunde darüber geredet. Schöner Vortrag über Jobs, die ich seit Jahren mit „Business-Kasper“ beschreibe. (Geht auch sehr gut mit der sensationellen Doku Work Hard Play Hard, hier der Trailer, hier kompletto auf Vimeo.)
In 2013 David Graeber, professor of anthropology at LSE, wrote an excoriating essay on modern work for Strike! magazine. “On the Phenomenon of Bullshit Jobs” was read over a million times and the essay translated in seventeen different languages within weeks. Graeber visits the RSA to expand on this phenomenon, and will explore how the proliferation of meaningless jobs - more associated with the 20th-century Soviet Union than latter-day capitalism - has impacted modern society. In doing so, he looks at how we value work, and how, rather than being productive, work has become an end in itself; the way such work maintains the current broken system of finance capital; and, finally, how we can get out of it.
Auszug aus Graebers Buch beim Guardian: ‘I had to guard an empty room’: the rise of the pointless job
Everyone is familiar with the sort of jobs that don’t seem, to the outsider, really to do much of anything: HR consultants, communications coordinators, PR researchers, financial strategists, corporate lawyers or the sort of people who spend their time staffing committees that discuss the problem of unnecessary committees. What if these jobs really are useless, and those who hold them are actually aware of it? Could there be anything more demoralising than having to wake up in the morning five out of seven days of one’s adult life to perform a task that one believes does not need to be performed, is simply a waste of time or resources, or even makes the world worse?
There are plenty of surveys about whether people are happy at work, but what about whether people feel their jobs have any good reason to exist? I decided to investigate this phenomenon by drawing on more than 250 testimonies from people around the world who felt they once had, or now have, what I call a bullshit job.