I never liked the idea of minorities. It’s always seemed like an idea thrown out there by the majority to make it stay that way. When it comes down to it, nothing that matters is really about numbers at all.
You know who’s a minority? Jains. And you know how much of the economy of the largest population on the planet they control?
Know who else is a minority in India? Christians. Name the top 10 high schools in this country you can think of.
Who else? Apple. How many portable music players can you name and what do you think their market shares are?
More? 300 Spartans. The 12 apostles. The Mighty Ducks. Joan of Arc. Robin Hood. The Heart of Gold against the Kricket army. John Connor. Scott Pilgrim. Hit Girl. Friggin’ RAMBO!
Every story worth telling has been about an underdog, a smaller team that went up against the big guy and changed history. It’s no coincidence. We inherently know that a small team is together because of a shared passion, and, most likely, a big one is because of a force larger than them. Big teams tend to lose individual contributions and growth becomes clunky and unwieldy. Yet so much of our lives surround what the majority thinks…
We decide who runs a country by a popularity contest rather than who is most impassioned about the work they want to do. We decide on a successful company by how many people buy their product rather than how their products have changed the world around them. Top grossing movies get far more press than those that have influenced hearts and minds, the same with music and every other form of art. Price tag it, release it, and judge by numbers.
I may not actually have a solution to change democratic elections, but what if we went old school and made them compete in Takeshi’s Castle or Wipeout to see who wants it more. Have a staring contest, or see who can get the most smiles, rather than anonymous stamps on paper. I know every other way will probably be slow, inefficient and probably unreliable, but at least we’ll care! At least we’ll have someone in power who won people over in a truly human way; not with abstract, often unresolved promises of grandeur, and very often, straight-up bribes.
Hopefully someone we’ll laugh and cry with as we desecrate the planet with our hideous and self-absorbed decisions. And we can hold hands and dance our way into the apocalypse.
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