People like Charlie Brooker and other writers who make their living priming populations to accept dystopian narratives really aren't helping us survive right now. They are like traders who make fortunes when tragedies occur. It's not fair. And the love of dystopian fiction can only exacerbate our current predicament even further as the more desperate the situation in the real world becomes, the greater quality of content and source material they have to work with.
I despise Brooker for this and what he must know he's contributing to in terms of the power of his narratives to influence the world's ability to envisage its own future.
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Sunday, 18 August 2019
Tuesday, 19 September 2017
In the future, celebrities will judge each other by the upkeep of their anus
In the near future, the nipple-slip will be replaced by the anus-peep and it will be desirable to have a part of the body not normally associated with cleanliness, to be clean and always kissable, such is society's obsession for paradoxes and maintaining impossibly high standards that set apart the elite from the plebs.
Soon, music celebrities will be suffering from 'wardrobe malfunctions' that accidentally reveal their delicately bleached perfect puckers.
In turn the general public will become anus crazy, another taboo will have been conquered and personal grooming will have reached its zenith.
Labels:
anal bleaching,
anus,
dystopia,
elite,
future,
grooming,
kissable,
malfunction,
near-future,
nipple-slip,
obsession,
peek,
peep,
pleb,
society,
taboo,
wardrobe malfunction
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