I was born to embody it.
"It’s 2084. Money has been abolished and people exchange information products as tokens of exchange. States have become ungovernable and borders have been redrawn by powerful individuals. Art has fully colonized life and every aspect of daily existence has become aesthetic. What used to be museums have now become data centers. Being is perpetual self-design. No one has a profession. There is no more work. A group of people may meet in a city that was once called Berlin, and there they will discuss the possibilities for independent cultural production…"
The working class is a complex group of economically dominated people, from racists to nonwhite people, to women and misogynists to radfems to liberals.
Not everyone you hate is petit bourgeois. And frankly, when we end up (finally) throwing bricks at cops, I’m not concerned about if the person next to me uses cuss words.