Getting it.

She said to him, you should join our group, it's given me what I need and I'm sure it would you. It's called Lackers Anonymous. We meet every week and pass around a dildo. Each person must introduce herself or himself by saying, "Hi, I'm a loser who lacks. I can't help myself and always will be. So I'm here to be supported in my lack of being." Then the others say, "Welcome, we lack it too," and they pass around the dildo, which represents what we can never have. It's sad that you can never get it, but you reconcile yourself to it after a while, because everyone else is a loser who lacks being also, and there's nothing they can do about it. We feel our greatest happiness being sorrowful about it together. In this we, we get it together us all. Sometimes I just think, damn.

The opposite of such a group is the 70s fad therapy substitute EST. Each person is told, “Your life doesn’t work.” Then they are coached into adopting a simplistic and watered down Zen-like realization. This is called getting it. “Have you got it?” asks the Trainer. The training ends when each person says “I got it” or is told, in response to whatever they have said, “You got it.” Everyone gets it in the end. That is the purpose of the training. So this could be summarized as an advertisement that says, “Are you dissatisfied with your life? Come and get It. It is the answer to all your problems, and all your dreams.” This could be symbolized by passing around a dildo. Like in the Lackers Anonymous group, except that there everyone gets only the shared experience of lacking and never being able to have It. Which is presented as not being quite right with God, but having the consolation of the support group that supports you in being a helpless eternally lacking loser. In Lackers Anonymous, everyone gets only that they can’t have it. In EST, everyone gets It, whether this means or solves or helps them with much or little.

It will save you. Without it, you’re lost. With it, you’re a Master. You have It. Would you rather be a schmuck or a schlemiel? You know you’re no good without it, but what does it really do to have It? God knows. Fuck. That’s it. It’s where no one gives a fuck about the fact that they never get a fuck. It’s almost like being lost in the supermarket, but here you can sing a full on song. And just when you thought it was safe to forget the 70s. The sweet empty saving grace of the big nothing. If it’s not a song to sing, it’s a game to play. Get it?