What? Am I mad? Isn't private property the Holy Grail of capitalism? One would think so, given what capitalism says and does. But in at least one very important but overlooked aspect capitalism is very much opposed to private property.
Next to your own body, what is the most important thing in the material world you can own?
The means of production. In capitalism most people do not own this. What they have is a job, but they do not own even that. Capitalism is always singing the praises of the businessperson, big or small, but it demands that the great majority of the world live as employees. An employee is someone who does not OWN their means of making a living. They may or may not own all kinds of other things, but the means of buying them is always in someone else's hands.
There is no reason whatsoever why things should be like this.
It sounds pompous, I know, but I believe writers have a destiny. I don't think this is at all unique to writers and artists -- I think it applies to everybody. As the Evangelicals would say, "God has a plan for your life."
I may have mentioned that I write not only fetish erotica but literary fiction. I have written one novel so far, and am well into the next. Constantly I am worried that this or that problem in my life will interfere with my writing, perhaps forever mar the quality and quantity of my work. It is not the work I worry about so much that is, but how I might through laziness, distraction, cowardice, any of the 7 deadly sins or limitless weaknesses of the human personality somehow let something in my life screw up my writing. Now in my late forties, I feel I have already wasted a lot of time somehow. The waste of time is my bete noire, you might say.
But here is one comfort, anyway: if my writing has a destiny, then it is a joint project between me and God. And that means it is up to God to take at least some responsibility for it. Not everything is up to me.
Ages ago (probably decades) I saw a short Hi and Lois cartoon and for some reason have never forgotten it. I tried to find it on the net but without success. It goes something like this:
Hi is behind Lois and is struggling to zip her into her open-bottomed shaper as they dress for dinner out.
Hi is finished and is walking away nonchalantly doing up his tie. We see Lois from behind, trying to regain her breath, leaning against a table for support. She stands knock-kneed and probably says "Phew!" or something. I forget what else the two of them may have said in these first two frames.
Hi and Lois are sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant. There is a waiter standing there as if to take their order. He speaks the punchline: "Pardon me, Madam, but did you just say 'boing'?"
Well, I think it's kind of sexy. That Lois could be MILFy on occasion.