Look, there's a lot of people in the world. More than you can imagine. And they all need something to do all day.
For the most part, everybody needs a job. And a hobby or two. Lots of things need doing and there are lots of things to do. Now, you're not going to care about most of those things. You're not going to like many of those things. But the world is big enough that this group of people over here can go do that while this group of people over here go do this.
By and large, most of the world is just not interested in catering to you. But you will, over your lifetime, tend to surround yourself with those who do, and that environment will color your perception about how the world works.
So the next time you get pissed because you read about scientists researching something stupid, or when we pay more attention to a celebrity death than to dead GIs, or when you discover that some people like dressing up in animal costumes... sit back, breathe out, and let them be.
Scientists figuring out how hair curliness predicts the shape and length of a ponytail does not mean this same group could have cured cancer by now had they not been irrationally consumed with mathematically defining cheerleaders' hairstyles. It does not mean that there is less money in the world to pay people to figure out the life questions you personally would rather see answered, whether your interest is vital or trite. It just means they wanted to learn something - which is pretty much their job description - so they learned it.
For all we know, these particular scientists are utter crap at curing cancer. Just like, statistically, you're utter crap at fixing a car. But just because you can't fix a car doesn't mean you should spend every spare hour trying to learn how. And nor should anyone expect you to. You're expected to like the things YOU like, worry about the things YOU care about, and stay out of everybody else's way.
Like, why should the fact that soldiers die preclude people from mourning Whitney Houston? There's no competition to see who can be the saddest survivor. I personally do not care much at all about Whitney Houston, and yes I do get annoyed when Twitter and Facebook explode with teary shock whenever a celebrity dies, but I'm not going to take a shot at someone posting RIP WHITNEY :( by suggesting they ought to feel worse about US soldiers being sent home in boxes. Or, going meta here, that "the media" should do more to honor fallen soldiers and not so much about old pop stars that are found dead in a bathtub.
You can dress up your outrage in acceptably-patriotic tones, but in the end, it's still about wanting people to be more like you. And they're not. You think most people are like you, deep down, but they're not. You can have a lot of friends who agree with you, but your friends are nothing compared to the gargantuan weight of the world's population. Your friends are nothing compared to the county, for that matter. The simple truth? More people care(d) about Whitney Houston in a meaningful, personal way than care about US soldiers. Go ahead and get pissed about that, but it is folly to expect otherwise. Just like how more people care about US soldiers than care about what you do for a living, assuming you're not a soldier and not Whitney Houston.
The good news is that plenty of people are trying to cure cancer. But the scientists that can't? They need something to do too.
And plenty of people honor fallen soldiers. For example, when I die, my name won't be inscribed on a plaque under the inscription REMEMBERED HERE, OUR COMMUNITY'S LOST MARKETING MANAGERS.
Unless you're into some really freaky shit, somebody out there is working on something that you would find both important and necessary. Hell, even the crazy stuff is being taken care of. Trust in the size of the world to make all things possible.
Furries, you're OK in my book.