I was watching the news. Yes, I do this sometimes. And, it wasn't Stephen Colbert-promise. I was watching something about some people in some country in crisis. In this country, war and religious leaders, proletarians and aristocrats alike, wore clothes. I, too wear clothes, but, not this type of clothing. These people were wearing knitted garb and adorned head-pieces. They played instruments that weren't made by robots and bore toenails too long for my liking. These people were partaking in a foreign concept defined as "culture."
This is my take on smog and powdered noses: if there are fewer powdered noses, there is more smog in the air. This may be one of the most indirect correlations ever drawn up, even for me. ....Huh? Allow me to 'splain. As industrialization began to take place, culture began to weasel its way out of our lives. Once machines took the place of dirty hands and tools so rusty even Purell couldn't save you, standardization began. No more far-fetched head pieces and especially no more ball gowns. Cinderella didn't walk outside to inhale factory smoke, but luckily, every citizen of China and Wilmington, Indiana gets to. It was the toenail sculptures and back-hair monuments that once defined the metaphorical centerpieces of societies. Or, maybe clay figurines and golden sarcophagi. Same thing. We now allow functionality to take place of artistic exclusivity and are paying the price in the form of ugly Wisconsin suburbs.
The iPhone. I suppose if it were to unite us through a system of central control that summoned us to weekly sacrifices and engrossing decapitation ceremonies, we could call ourselves amalgamated. Instead, these toy rectangles come from no one and no thing in proximity to our neighborhoods, our villages. Local delicacies, unlike this, are experienced by Anthony Bourdain and dirty backpackers (me). Though there are some things unique to Philly, such as slimy steak subs, and to England, artery clogging fried fishies, there ain't much more. The nitty gritty of true culture has been replaced by striped t-shirts and socks-with-sandals. Ew.
I don't feel like writing a conclusion to this post. Instead, time for Mad Men brainwashing. I lose as a member of society.
Out.
This is my take on smog and powdered noses: if there are fewer powdered noses, there is more smog in the air. This may be one of the most indirect correlations ever drawn up, even for me. ....Huh? Allow me to 'splain. As industrialization began to take place, culture began to weasel its way out of our lives. Once machines took the place of dirty hands and tools so rusty even Purell couldn't save you, standardization began. No more far-fetched head pieces and especially no more ball gowns. Cinderella didn't walk outside to inhale factory smoke, but luckily, every citizen of China and Wilmington, Indiana gets to. It was the toenail sculptures and back-hair monuments that once defined the metaphorical centerpieces of societies. Or, maybe clay figurines and golden sarcophagi. Same thing. We now allow functionality to take place of artistic exclusivity and are paying the price in the form of ugly Wisconsin suburbs.
The iPhone. I suppose if it were to unite us through a system of central control that summoned us to weekly sacrifices and engrossing decapitation ceremonies, we could call ourselves amalgamated. Instead, these toy rectangles come from no one and no thing in proximity to our neighborhoods, our villages. Local delicacies, unlike this, are experienced by Anthony Bourdain and dirty backpackers (me). Though there are some things unique to Philly, such as slimy steak subs, and to England, artery clogging fried fishies, there ain't much more. The nitty gritty of true culture has been replaced by striped t-shirts and socks-with-sandals. Ew.
I don't feel like writing a conclusion to this post. Instead, time for Mad Men brainwashing. I lose as a member of society.
Out.
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