The pet peeve of pretty much every single artsy-fartsy type student who is determined to go and change the world is capitalism. More often than not, the person you'll see complaining about the evils of the way the world works will be wearing a Che Guevara t-shirt, and spouting some nonsense about how Cuba had it right all along. But the issue of capitalism with me is a confusing one. First, yes, we do all hate the way capitalism works, because unless you're at the top of the ladder, life is going to be hard. The rich will always get richer, and the rest of us are left to pick our way through their leftovers in order to make something of ourselves. It's only natural that what we should despise the manner in which life will keep us in a set place until we do something about it. But the fact remains that we can indeed change, should we put ourselves up to the task, pretty much every one of us can climb to a higher standard of living, it just depends on how lazy we're feeling at the time. But the real gripe with capitalism is in fact the aforementioned activist plebs you see spewing their verbal diarrhea into the ears of anyone nearby. The adverse consequence of having a be-dreadlocked moron explaining to you that you shouldn't buy Coca Cola because it's like, feeding the fat cats, man, somehow makes me hate capitalism even more. Not because of that guy - let's call him Zeke - and his brilliant argument, but because of that guy and his brood. We all know capitalism isn't great for those who don't look like the Monopoly Man, but the point is to make an effort to change, not just hope that one day a form of economic Utopia is going to suddenly break out amongst the elite of the world.
