With a transcontinental move a few years ago and two international relocations in the last four years my lovely bride and I have done a fair job at parring down our worldly goods and keeping our propensity to collect superfluous crap in check. Tyler Durden from Fight Club was 100% correct when he stated “the things you own end up owning you.” When you have mountains of crap you have to first pay for them, then maintain and replace them when they break, and you must immediately run right out and buy the latest and greatest version.
This group realization for the need downsize is now in full swing (could it be… the economy??) and you see more and more minimalism in both furniture design, production staging, fashion, bicycles, computers, etc… I see the occasional article like the one recently about a guy who has whittled down his life to 57 things and he is super-smug about it – 57 things? Really‽ I NEED a lot more shit than 57 things. Go through my SSS kit, thrown in a spork, bowl, pocket knife, thumb drive, soap, shampoo, camera, a few cables, watch, wedding ring, glasses, computer, notebook and a couple of pins and I am standing there naked with over 60 things.
I can identify with his hypothesis that “we’ve been duped into buying things by an advertisement-dominated society for the last 50 years.” However, I need some of that stuff that I was brainwashed by the media to run out and purchase: iPhone, eReader, Global kitchen knives, my bikes, the super-cool Freitag messenger bag sitting next to me right now, etc… One has to weigh true need, want, and desire for themselves to determine how much is too much and how much is enough. I feel that the wife (Stamps With Foot) and I are doing fairly well, but we could still stand to par down some, (do we really need 4 computers, boxes of long-canceled checks, and my 4th grade notebook rantings?)
For years American suburban life has been all about keeping up with the Joneses: Big house, fast car, big truck, boat, HUGE TV, toys, toys, toys… The glut of articles and blogs and books about moving to a more minimalist life style is a sure sign that the Joneses may not be as important as they once were. However, moderation in any movement is the key. If I lump all the stuff I have read about making life simpler lately, it feels as if there is a thread of one-upmanship that pervades: “I can live with less shit than you…” Some of the authors are crazy-smug (like the 57-things guy) about living on friend’s couches and having all their world possession in a backpack (padding their $3000 laptop…) Instead of the Joneses, there is now the Schwartzes: a section of our proletariat, riding fixed geared bikes, sporting skinny jeans, typing away on their MacBooks, drinking expensive coffee, texting away on $500 smart phones, getting ironic tattoos and swapping stories about how little they can subsist on
To my mind minimalism today is less about freeing yourself of all your crap and more about your attitude towards the stuff you have. Do you NEED that new Blu-Ray player or do you WANT it? Are you buying that to last forever or just until…? Does it have a life-time warranty? Are you actually going to use or wear it enough to justify a high initial price (price per wear principle). Can you rent it, borrow it (books), or do without it?
Now, before buying something new, I try to have the need vs. want conversation and while mildly successful, there are still some things that I just have because the are cool toys and I like to either play with them or look at them. Would my life be simpler without ALL the bikes, 4 snowboards, a book press, 2 TVs, and a competition pellet gun?? Yes, it would, but that life wouldn’t be half the fun. For me and for us, I think the trick to not falling into the pit of conspicuous ownership is to be careful with what we spend our money on, and whether it is a need or a toy we should buy the best quality available so that we get years of use and enjoyment out of whatever it may be that our hard earned greenbacks are being traded for.
