Lamppost faces entering a despairing game
Signs of middle age #459: You actually know some of the people who have put themselves up for election. The morning after the posters went up, five familiar faces stared down from local lampposts. The photos all aim to strike the right balance between appeal and seriousness, the candidates sport a uniform of nice blow dried hair, a jacket with a statement necklace for the women.
These weren't people that I'd seen in the meedja, they were people I've coincided with in life. Contemporaries. It brought home that although I am firmly entrenched in the demographic that should be, if not seeking election, at least interested in politics. And I could not care less. I'll vote because I feel I should. But I have utterly lost faith in the political process and to an extent in democracy.
Over the years I've cared about a lot of things. I used to write about topics that felt important because maybe raising an issue could help to change it. But while many of those things still feel important, the fact that so many remain unchanged has contributed to my loss of faith. Another is the stunning lack of justice, especially social justice.