Num mundo em que somos "pressionados" (uma palavra tão em voga nos tempos que correm) desde muito cedo a conformar-mo-nos, é salutar ler uma voz que nos aconselha a lutar por uma paixão.
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Ontem, durante o jogging, ao ouvir a história da vida de Vidal Sassoon e da sua luta para descobrir, seguir e aperfeiçoar a sua paixão:
"“I took some time out after that because I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to be a hairdresser. I loved football so much. In the end, I suppose it was the prospect of all the pretty girls and, of course, my mother that swung it for me. At first I couldn’t get a proper job in the West End of London at a big salon like Raymond’s because I had a cockney accent. That’s the way it was in those days.”A minha mente abandonou o som dos auriculares e começou a recordar a letra da canção de um dos meus grupos preferidos: "Logical Song" dos Supertramp cantada pelo grande Roger Hodgson, a certa altura ouve-se:
For three years, he took voice lessons to improve how he sounded so he could get a job at one of the better salons. “I knew I had to learn how to project myself, so I got a job teaching in different salons in the evenings. I used my tips to take a bus to the West End and go to the theater. I’d catch the matinee and see great Shakespearean actors like Laurence Olivier and John Gielgud and try to copy their voices.”
He went regularly to London’s many art museums and began to educate and inspire himself with the history of painting and architecture. “I really think that was what set me on my course. I was developing my own vision for hairdressing. The shapes in my head were always geometric. I have always been working toward a bone structure so as to define a woman rather than just make her ‘pretty pretty.’ I knew hair dressing could be different, but it took a lot of work and nine years to develop the system we use in our salons.”
"But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, oh responsible, practical.A mensagem da conformidade: segue as regras, segue as regras...
And then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical."
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Depois, não sei como, veio-me à memória uma notícia que li algures este mês. Um espanhol que pela manhã de um dia tinha finalmente conseguido um emprego com contrato sem termo e, que à tarde já estava desempregado. Depois, no desenvolvimento da notícia, descobria-se que já tinha tido 7 empregos, todos completamente diferentes uns dos outros... não tinha nenhuma paixão, não era especialista em nada, tinha-se conformado a esperar ter sorte... uma folha à deriva na corrente.
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O mesmo se passa com as empresas.
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A mensagem da tríade é, conformem-se, sigam as regras, sejam lógicas, sejam responsáveis, sejam práticas... sejam eficientes, cortem , pensem nos custos.
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