Ron Burgundy had never heard that song. I sure have.
I see the future, people. It's cutthroat. It's cutthroat in a way that combines Emily from The Devil Wears Prada with Predator. But as the country veers towards the kind of disinterest and disatisfaction that would be a perfect staging point for some kind of graphic novel (V! Rorschach! Come and play, take me with you!) is it better to tell it like it is, to suck it up and get on? Is the time of being an idealistic dreamer, who wants to move to London and work in fashion, over? Should I try to figure out how to add, become a soul-less corporate puppet, go on the McDonald's managerial scheme, go back to uni, pretend to be someone I'm not?