Lost in Hashtag
With every protest gone by, I become more persuaded of our nation’s need to ‘rebrand’ its pseudo revolution.
And since none of us seems to be ready for a change of mindset at the moment, we might want to start with a change of hashtag.
#Youreek? Yes. But #Wereek too and the least we can do is embrace this reality.
We, the Lebanese people, stink as much as our politicians because they wouldn't be where they are now if it weren't for us. It is us, and us only, who have long perpetuated the defective culture of idolising political leaders and their protégés.
We could go on for days and days complaining about our ‘situation’ but we’ve hardly ever lifted a finger to help build our nation. Even when we ultimately decided to take our discontent to the streets, we shamelessly rushed to make it all about ourselves, jumping at every occasion to grace a TV reporter with a bunch of repetitive slogans that never translate into a coherent rationale.
Just like a pubescent drama queen, we’ve grown accustomed to making a huge fuss about everything and anything. Our excessively melodramatic tendencies have always led us into uneducated decisions that are often rooted in a toxic amalgam of anger and pride.
We are an over-hyped, inherently paranoiac people that does not deserve change, and will probably never come close to understanding the essence of a revolution. And with every new incident, comes a new set of witty jokes that keep us entertained as we recklessly wait for the next. #Wereek. Little hope is left for our hispster-nation. A nation that rushes to follow the latest cultural and political trends, but always ends up with a chaos of disparate fashions. A nation that constantly strives to move away from the mainstream, but somehow finishes off puking the same speeches and repeating the same mistakes and over and over.
Maybe it’s time we rebel against our own rotten values. We may be incapable of a sustained cultural revolution, but it’s never too late for a slight cultural makeover.