It’s actually useful pretentious tosh.
As I was trudging through the trappings of Marxism and Lacanian psychology, I came to a useful personal insight.
One of the things suggested by the myriad articles I’d read was that I am constantly presented with ideals that I believe will make me feel happy–whole, if you will. However, this won’t be the case, because it’s part of the human condition to feel a constant lacking of something you can’t quite put your finger on.
According to Freud, we feel this lacking because when we’re tiny, we discover that our mum doesn’t have a todger, but that’s neither here nor there.
Anyway, we constantly try to find fulfillment through the achievement of whatever the ideology we’ve been interpellated by tells us our desire should be: a perfect relationship, a perfect figure, a fantastic paycheck.
But, apparently none of that will work. Because this feeling of something not being quite right is part of the human condition.
And, well, apparently we’re never going to be happy until our mothers start sprouting family jewels.
It’s comforting to know that, until sex-reassignment surgery is a damn sight cheaper, this feeling of ‘not enough’ is normal.