This is obviously very much personal.
doubt it, although it's easy to make that connection. to hate something you'd need to care enough in the first place, and I doubt he did care about joel because that's not how shit writers work. what they love is projection, that's why you get all the creepy gore recently, like all that eye-gouging shit in star trek: patrick.
hacks don't care about established characters or the character's story, they care about using them as plot device for
their story. need some someone dying for shock value? let's see what's on the menu! even better if people liked the character, the shock will elevate the story and make it
real! does it make sense? does it improve the story? who cares, it's about making a statement! and they can even feel like a genius by using it to live out all their "punching up" fantasies by making it very gruesome, take that you nazis! meanwhile not even antifa is that much of a pussy, actually running around getting beaten up instead of hiding beind the pen thinking themselves smarter for doing so.
it's basically armchair-activism paired with fanfiction.
I don't know if Maslow's hierarchy is extremely misinterpreted or was originally dumb (I like to think it's the latter), but whoa if I ever heard a thing that was more wrong.
In public consciousness, it means a person can only advance to a higher layer if the lower levels are satisfied. If that actually held, there'd be no folk art, no military songs, no starving artists. Shithole countries would have no art at all. Heroism wouldn't even exist as a concept. Extreme sports wouldn't exist. People wouldn't go great lengths and even commit sudoku for love. People would prefer prisons with their guaranteed food and housing to the uncertainty of freedom. What about those who fuck over their friends for career benefits, that's prestige, so this must never happen, right? If a ten year old who drinks tea from the titan to buy math books with her lunch money rips your theory a new one, it needs to be thrown out like the garbage it is.
And if one retreats to "well, what counts as satisfied is different", well that just makes satisfaction self-definitional rendering the whole hierarchy useless if you say a long-distance cyclist's warmth and safety needs are met by a roll of kitchen foil and a halogen headlight and a volcel's relationship needs are met by a plastic ahem cold-cast porcelain spess princess' thank-you note. A theory's strength is its predictive power, the information it generates, the outcomes it designates as impossible which in fact don't happen. If everything a theory can do is slap definitions on things after the fact, it's useless.
In a post-apocalyptic setting, people's standards of satisfaction would obviously change. After the immediate danger (and I mean immediate, "oh god, a zombie is chasing me, where do I hide") passes (and it must have had: danger <-> death rate -> population) and by the time a post-apocalyptic society forms, self-actualization has become relevant again.
sorry, but your actual point is...? a person isn't a country. yes, there will be artists in somalia, but they won't live in mudhuts, nor will they sell their art to people living in mudhuts.
it's even more simple in a post-apoc setting where countries cease to exist and the only society, if you wanna call it that, is your merry band of survivors struggling to feed themselves while fending off whatever flavor of zombie or simple looters that setting has (read: real and imminent danger getting brutally mauled).
and no, you won't ponder rhyming patterns for some epic lyrics freezing to death in a ditch not having eaten anything for a week, self-actualization means fuck all when your basic instinct for self-preservation kicks in.
even in a community providing food and shelter (your literal basic needs) in that scenario the threshold is incredibly low. you either pull your weight or get kicked out because you're just another mouth to feed, so any form of expressing yourself is limited to the few hours a week not working your ass off
to not die, if you even have the supplies you'd need. and good luck running around screeching at people about gender pronouns.
in all honesty it's not a complicated concept, so I don't know what's the purpose of all those examples that either completely miss the point (all basic needs are met) or are flat out wrong ("freedom" or any other principle doesn't keep you fed, guess every battered housewife stays with her abusive husband because she likes it so much).
of course people won't be simple automatons till a switch gets flipped and they're suddenly poets, nowhere does it say you can't write a diary or play an instrument between scrounging for food in hiding (ignoring for a minute it was about the indivdual in the first place and how the pyramid's applies).
Read the plot summary. It gets worse.
does it tho? as a dude I can admit toilet humor still cracks me up sometimes, and the image of a girl desperately trying to confess her love between wet farts to a dude trying not to recoil from the smell of something dying in her ass sounds hilarious to me. doubt it was meant as a comedy tho.
I'm a man of simple pleasures.
