Hipster underworlds are microcosms of civilization at large, and it takes a far more pretentious isolation to understand them than mainstream societies.
Our corporate elites want us to eat bugs. They want this very, very badly. Like many, I was first very skeptical of this idea, but now I have come around. Here is why.
There is a demand within our soul for the primitive and archaic. The veins are pumping hard beneath the spectacle, and be it by natural growth or a violent eruption, the soul of humanity will get what it needs and desires.
Endlessly and forever, people are doing the same old things, treating the history of youth culture as a buffet from which they can pick and choose whatever stale trend they want.
Everybody wants the cool post-disaster story—the awesome part where you take over whole abandoned towns, and have sex with cool punk girls in leather rags who have sawed-off shotguns. Boy, I could only wish.
Now I think techno-optimism is suspect. It can be a tool of the ruling plutocracy. To detourne Woody Guthrie, the promise is there’ll be pie in the sky when you don’t die.
I don’t want to shepherd over a flock of sheep. I want to build a den of wolves.
We keep saying “culture war” but no one is fighting it. Instead, they focus on stunts, viral videos, and complaining about what the SJW’s and Democrats are doing. We need to replace what we’re criticizing.
I’ve got hashtags and filters aplenty. I’ve got flame wars and bad faith galore. You want cancellations? I’ve got twenty. (thousand) But who cares? No big deal; I want more!
The result of the corporatization of Pride is making a parade of fabulous fags that corporations are happy to exploit with a rainbow avatar on Twitter and a stupid fucking float at a parade.