Part of my job is to go through the paper, looking for references to Calgary Opera. I have to go through pretty much every section, since we do so much. So I see this in the business section:
And for some reason, I just got angry. I think it’s the tone. That, by itself, is nothing new. That playful nature is an attempt to make tepid stock quotes more exciting. Normally I don’t even think about it.
It’s the sort of twisted innocence that really riles me. The playful banter, at the same time directly pointing out the profit of war, seems to only be possible if there is no real understanding of the world beyond those quotes, the cordite smell of a bullet being fired, the taste of blood, or the acid in your stomach, anxiety about being in a war zone. And that’s just including the major conflicts, not the gun-realted crime throughout the world.
This whole post is feeling naive, but I’m stuck with being so. There’s a part of me that is still incredulous that many of the wrong things in this world happen, but I have, over time, developed a shell to assist in ignoring it.
Writing like this, viewpoints like this, somehow crack through this shell of ignorance that I’ve spent all this time building.