Someone posted this on Threads the other day:
This is, arguably, an unfortunate opinion for Tristan to express, given that his better-known brother Andrew has a sideline career as a rapper called “Mr Plenty”. Mind you, the bits of his alleged “music” that I’ve heard (as featured in that video) would put me off music too… Anyway, seeing that tweet made me realise I never seem to see the Tates or their ghastly ilk ever talking about music or anything like that, what movies they enjoy and so forth… don’t know why it’s taken me so long to consciously note this, but I think I know why this is the case, and it’s because ART WON’T FUCK YOU. Music will not give you a blowjob. A film won’t give you a wristy. Books don’t really work as an allegedly sex-trafficked camgirl network. It’s not currency with which you can buy sex.
Somewhere deep down I think I’ve always recognised the essential crassness of soul that the Tates and other hustlers like them and their varied cultists evince; it’s all about the grind, being on the grind, making money from the grind, never not grinding, never stopping to enjoy whatever the benefits of the grind may be… it’s materialism of a kind I find particularly repulsive (which I say as someone who likes his material things, let’s be honest), it’s a mindset that’s not just uncreative but almost anti-creative. And young Tristan’s drivel above just crystallised all that for me when I saw it… I don’t know, fuck all these people, I hate them.
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