Confession: I am still as genuinely lost about ska, as a genre, as I was when I first obtained an Internet connection. If you put a gun to my head and told me to name even one influential ska artist, I'd tell you to shoot me so I could at least die with some dignity. Is it a heavily bastardized descendant of Jamaican reggae, the milquetoast adopted child of punk rock and alternative music, or a cheap counterfeit of the early 2000's tripe that gave us Weezer and Sublime? Advice would be appreciated, because understanding this shit is like trying to grasp a handful of sand, only to realize you've taken it from the litter box.
On the topic of Chris, it appears a lot can change in a day. Notice the timestamps of these two tweets:
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Where's the positivity, Chris? You have a stable home which you've genuinely done a good job of remodeling, a job which gives you a guaranteed source of income, and a family which appears to be completely functional in spite of having every reason to fall apart from a rational standpoint. You've literally achieved the American Dream, a concept that is so ludicrously unobtainable in the 21st century that modern sociologists question if it ever existed at all. Yet, you continue to invest the near-entirety of your creative and spiritual energy on failed podcasts with literal-whos, pretentious pop culture consumer obsessions, and money-sucking diversions for people who are
half your age. In an age where most people are consolidating their life's work and financial assets and planning for the golden years of their life, you're punching in pleas for sub-minimum wage donations on your phone and cynically guilt-tripping the members of your dwindling social group to show they still care about you for the low cost of $5 a month. You're wasting your fading youth and financial capital on meaningless objects and experiences, to the point of prioritizing them over your own flesh-and-blood family (and don't think you don't, the topics you tweet about speak for themselves), and you still can't figure out why you're hurting so badly? Think, Chippa, think!
