Does Dudeism win?

Alienation in literature.
Imagine that Gregor Samsa had just sparked fatty a and hit the lanes when he was feeling down.
Maybe he wouldn't have ended up a cockroach.

Or even better imagine Holden Caulfield had just drove around and had the occasional acid flashback whenever he started to bum about the phonies. I'm betting he wouldn't have gone off the rails. Somebody should have said "Take her easy".

If modern society has the tendency to produce alienation in people, might Dudeism be the tonic?
It sort of sounds like that is the promise.
This is cure for Cancer type chit mang!!!


 

Are we talking the film, or the TV series?

Oh, wait, alienation...

Well, I'm not sure who those people you've mentioned are... possibly an American cultural reference I'm'a gonna miss, but i think I get your message.

Yeah, I mean, Dudeism should be a cure for that sort of thing.  Bringing people together under that single banner of "abiding" as Lao puts it.  It's a matter of tolerance and understanding that I think we do pretty well at here.  It's not perfect, but, y'know, we're all human.

Dudeism is all about the levelling and bringing people together in harmony and sorting through some of those above described problems by taking a spiritual load off.

So, yeah, I agree, the universal message of abiding would bind together those who felt they were on the outside, and not draw in people whole like being there, like dudely old hermits and mountainmen

And cures baldness.

You wouldn't say that if you'd have ever met Rev. Meekon

*sits and waits patiently for the inevitable cutting quippy retort*

Quote from: revgms on May 17, 2011, 01:39:32 PM

And cures baldness.

You wouldn't say that if you'd have ever met Rev. Meekon

*sits and waits patiently for the inevitable cutting quippy retort*

there are a few strands..and only a few strands to keep on the old Duder's head...a drug regimen of Rogaine does not keep my follicles limber.

Imagine that Gregor Samsa had just sparked fatty a and hit the lanes when he was feeling down.
Maybe he wouldn't have ended up a cockroach.

Or maybe, just maybe, he would have become a duderoach :

'When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin & thought "Uh ... what day is this?" & went back to sleep dreaming of engaging in a natural zesty enterprise with a very fine roachess.

Actually, I saw a production of The Metamorphosis on the stage a few weeks ago, so I'm a bit more in-tune with the Kafka reference now.

I have to say, I don't think drugs were the quickfix answer to Gregor's problem.  Gregor only had one problem, and that was his family.  It didn't matter if he'd turned into a cockroach, lost the use of his legs or suffered a breakdown of somesort, his family just weren't there for him.  They took until he was dry and when he needed them they ran dry pretty quick until they resented him becoming the burdon they never realised they were themselves.

Of course, the way to stop any kind of alienation is for everyone to be the same, be it the Dudeist model or any other that might form into a singular society.  Difference is just a part of being human, and alienation is purely about difference.

My own brand of dudeism has often steered me away from alienating myself or others...  But ManRalf is right, the Lebowski brand of Dudeism is one of hermitage, on a certain level, giving the finger to those who don't agree and shutting the door.