Nitasha Tiku at Gawker’s Valleywag has an interesting story on a person that we all Radically Rely on. She has the #1 job in the #2 business, as our reader Red commented.
Re-blogged from Valleywag:
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If you ask most Burning Man attendees what the annual MDMA and enlightenment mecca is about, they’ll probably reference one of the Ten Principles laid out a decade ago by cofounder Larry Harvey: “Communal Effort,” maybe. “Radical Self-reliance.” The vow to “Leave No Trace” in the Nevada desert.
If you ask RobbiDobbs, who introduced herself to me as “the Shit Queen of Burning Man”—a throne she ascended to after almost 14 years on the job—she’ll tell you something a little different: “Fuck the man, Burning Man is about shit.”
It’s hard to argue with her. This year’s event had 70,000 attendees. To service their basest bodily functions, Black Rock City was home to 1,400 porta-potties for the “general population” as well as 200 porta-potties for what Robbi called “Entitlement Camp,” or festival-goers who rent their own private unit.
And once Burners enter a porta-potty, their radical ideals tend to go down the chute—along with Gatorade bottles, travel-sized hand sanitizer, and those pre-moistened flags of surrender to convenience. Much like sewage systems in the “default world,” the bowels of Burning Man are clogged with baby wipes.
Complaining about the festival’s fetid porta-potties has almost become a team-building exercise for pre-billionaires. “They’re not necessarily rich,” RobbiDobbs told me. “Nearly most of them are rich and entitled. That’s why I used the derogatory term of ‘entitled.’ I think everybody should shit in the same place. What’s your fucking problem? Shit in my units!!!!
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