I can’t stop laughing at this.
It’s like the "Slap Me For $5" Girl, but even better, because this is therapeutic and actually provides a basic mental health service to people that may need them!
50¢ a minute is a little low in my opinion, I’d double that rate. But still, props to this guy!
I watched this documentary at a screening on Thursday and one thing that really struck me, is that when I was in Guatemala, not even the extremely poor people lived like this, in tents or in houses made out of plywood and tarps. They might’ve only been able to afford to live in concrete mazes with corrugated steel roofs held in place by rocks and twisted rebar, but I never saw anyone living in a fucking tent.
I don’t like this expression “First World problems.” It is false and it is condescending. Yes, Nigerians struggle with floods or infant mortality. But these same Nigerians also deal with mundane and seemingly luxurious hassles. Connectivity issues on your BlackBerry, cost of car repair, how to sync your iPad, what brand of noodles to buy: Third World problems. All the silly stuff of life doesn’t disappear just because you’re black and live in a poorer country. People in the richer nations need a more robust sense of the lives being lived in the darker nations. Here’s a First World problem: the inability to see that others are as fully complex and as keen on technology and pleasure as you are.
One event that illustrated the gap between the Africa of conjecture and the real Africa was the BlackBerry outage of a few weeks ago. Who would have thought Research In Motion’s technical issues would cause so much annoyance and inconvenience in a place like Lagos? But of course it did, because people don’t wake up with “poor African” pasted on their foreheads. They live as citizens of the modern world. None of this is to deny the existence of social stratification and elite structures here. There are lifestyles of the rich and famous, sure. But the interesting thing about modern technology is how socially mobile it is—quite literally. Everyone in Lagos has a phone.
Does anyone remember that pop-up radio website that was popular in 2004 and 2005 that aggregated thousands of colorful, user-created music playlists made in Flash and hosted on users’ personal servers?
Here is the fundamental lesson of my late 20’s that I’m going to share with you before 30 hits. When it comes to friends and the things they do to hurt themselves: if there is a sincere desire to change then show up. Take the phone calls, make the time, stroke their hair as they lick their wounds. But if it’s not sincere and it’s part of their ritualized self-destruction — your caresses or your spanks allowing them enough self-loathing or penance to do the whole fucking ordeal again—then you can only do one thing: let it burn.
Realizing this is part of becoming an adult and entering the real world. I have no comment.