As the death-throws of religion sound out across the globe, the masses are once again demanding their opiates. Whereas once, subservience to a bearded figure was enough to secure your place in the sun, one must now pledge allegiance to the god of careers should you wish to secure a spot to rest your weary feet. In stark contrast to the religions of yester-year, this new god makes no commandment to love they neighbour. Provided that you are willing to sacrifice all in this mortal game of roulette, "Careerism" will happily accept your stake.
The rise of Careerism has led society to value economic worth above all other characteristics. Disciples compete to outdo each other in their unquestioning devotion to long hours and caffeine induced neuroses. The reward for this dedication is a chance to win a pleasant living space and the misguided admiration of colleagues. Thirty year old men wear the scars of executive burnout like martyrs killed at the stake, and once bustling streets now echo with the gloomy sound of Careerists substituting their interest in the real world for the safe and sterile surroundings of a Blackberry Curve.
Mothers who would once have nutured children now sit solemnly at desks unwilling to snatch back their offspring from the loving bosom of a hired nanny. Exhausted from the unrelenting quest to show loyalty and subservience to a career, they return home to numb their minds with the images of moronic cretins barely capable of sentience performing like chimpanzees for a panel of hateful judges (if you were just about to defend the glazed mannequin who goes by the name of Cheryl Cole, first cast your memory back to her career as a nightclub toilet prize fighter). Like the misguided celibacy of catholic priests, Careerism removes all capacity for genuinely human pleasure.
When it is time for the final curtain call, you must ask yourself whether the mid-range BMW sat in the drive is really sufficient compensation for not knowing your children and never pursuing that childhood interest in go-karting. If the sums just don’t add up, then reject Careerism and follow the righteous path of work based Atheism.
The rise of Careerism has led society to value economic worth above all other characteristics. Disciples compete to outdo each other in their unquestioning devotion to long hours and caffeine induced neuroses. The reward for this dedication is a chance to win a pleasant living space and the misguided admiration of colleagues. Thirty year old men wear the scars of executive burnout like martyrs killed at the stake, and once bustling streets now echo with the gloomy sound of Careerists substituting their interest in the real world for the safe and sterile surroundings of a Blackberry Curve.
Mothers who would once have nutured children now sit solemnly at desks unwilling to snatch back their offspring from the loving bosom of a hired nanny. Exhausted from the unrelenting quest to show loyalty and subservience to a career, they return home to numb their minds with the images of moronic cretins barely capable of sentience performing like chimpanzees for a panel of hateful judges (if you were just about to defend the glazed mannequin who goes by the name of Cheryl Cole, first cast your memory back to her career as a nightclub toilet prize fighter). Like the misguided celibacy of catholic priests, Careerism removes all capacity for genuinely human pleasure.
When it is time for the final curtain call, you must ask yourself whether the mid-range BMW sat in the drive is really sufficient compensation for not knowing your children and never pursuing that childhood interest in go-karting. If the sums just don’t add up, then reject Careerism and follow the righteous path of work based Atheism.
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