I don’t know about other English-speaking cultures, but in Britain thick means dim, slow, a bit stupid. So I quite like the fact that the video for Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines features his surname as a hashtag in giant red letters. It’s like he’s misspelling an insult to himself. Flashing up #THICKE on the screen, he might as well include #STUPIDE #MORONE #IDIOTE #BRAINLESSE WANKERE
oh my god im wheezinge
this poste is golde
I kept reading the additional insult hash-tags with the added “e’s” in a French accent.
I sometimes wonder who I am. Am I the person who will forgive someone once I feel they’re not the same person who did those terrible things? Or am I the person who feels that guilt and atonement and the changing of ones views is not punishment enough? I can see why both points of views would be right. I can’t see why one would be more right than the other.
I’ve decided that although natural talent has its place and is something to be respected to a certain extent, I feel that I would appreciate something that someone has earned with hard work and perseverance a lot more. Natural talent can only get you so far. With time, it will fade and vanish. Hard work, though, can get you so far and beyond; to a point from which there is no return; to a point where you’re truly and unbeatable, great.