May 20, 2020
It often strikes me how so many people seem to be deeply concerned with, and bound to, their “culture”, whether that be national, regional, local, ethnic... whatever. Such people take pride in the accident of their country, their state, their city; in the habits, songs, traditions, pastimes, behaviour and even the sufferings of whatever place they hail from. At no level do I feel this. I come from Grimsby, Lincolnshire, England, and I honestly do not give the slightest shit about any of that. Cultural fetishisation seems like a sinister and somewhat repulsive form of weakness and bondage, to me.