"Privilege This Privilege That" Let’s Talk About What it’s Like to Have a Nickel Allergy

What is it like to have a nickel allergy, simply put, rashy. Complexly overstated, it is the ability to never fully express yourself because the accouterments you’ve so tastefully selected from the $2 jewelry bin at the Goodwill will unforgivingly, and without any forethought, transform your skin into a fiery surface of red bumps and yellow pustules. I’m not claiming to be underserved or disenfranchised, but let me pose this: Has anyone within public office ever openly addressed their nickel allergy?? I joke, but really, sometimes we seek our politicians to reflect every facet of our identities and quite frankly I think that’s a case of unrealistic expectations. 

At this point, you may be thinking “Wow what a thoughtful and often overlooked point.” If so, I appreciate your keen palette for exceptional writing and political takes, and I would like you to know that I’m full of astute observations such as the one you’ve just encountered. Though the issue is, as a creative person in the year 2024 I often find it difficult to commit to an avenue to express these observations (the nickel allergy really complicates this *will explain why later), so I resort to doing a lot of things, never quite mastering any, or feeling dejected and watching Netflix. Setting my satire aside and speaking earnestly, I often question why I chose to continue with my creative endeavors. I am a person who constantly reflects on how I can better detach from the ego, (probably so I can better serve my ego let’s be real haha, we all live in eternal self-gratifying paradoxes) and the hidden shameful explanation buried in my subconscious as to why I make art; “I want people to think I’m smart and funny” is quite frankly not serving me anymore. That’s why I’ve been in search of a medium where I can share thoughts whilst my image is detached from the work. The purpose of 23 is to make you think and laugh, and maybe for me to show to employers one day so they can get a sexy sexy sample of my writing. Let’s toast to the unfortunate notion that artists must find ways to be economically viable and whore their work out for the monetary gaze! Cheers! Just kidding it’s not that deep :p      

So to answer the question secretly posed as the thesis of this essay: In a world where almost every avenue is accessible for self-expression, how does one ever decide a path? Simple, one creates a trashy Google site on a whim inside a Starbucks. Welcome to my blog.