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aka Bleak House. aka. The Shape of Things As They Are, given the astronomical all-pervading levels of sheepishness and laziness. And may Bumba have mercy upon our wretched tired souls.

A spectre is haunting the world -the spectre of fragmented uniformity. All the powers of this old planet have entered into an unholy alliance to bring about the universal triumph of this noxious spirit. It’s s nowhere and everywhere and it’s fast sinking into every consciousness, sharp or dull, and erasing any trace of resistance and thus any prospect of freedom from The Canon. Voices cry out in the wilderness, where the indignant desert birds scream and call their love calls and sound the alarm to no avail. Subtlety is being bred out of the species and soon will be utterly eradicated. Before that it will be declared elitist ergo taboo. Meanwhile nuance and meaning are being turned into objects of scorn and condemnation and any time soon they will be criminalized. Thus the apotheosis of Millán-Astray’s "¡Muera la inteligencia! ¡Viva la Muerte!" will come about and reign supreme and hold dominion over the entirety of mankind. Along with the Red Death, of course.:-) He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all. Have a spiffing weekend, when it comes, if it comes.

They put your mind right into a bag, and they take it wherever they want. Malcolm X In contrast to the Kantian, the categorical imperative of the culture industry no longer has anything in common with freedom. It proclaims: you shall conform, without instruction as to what; conform to that which exists anyway as a reflex of its power and omnipresence. The power of the culture industry’s ideology is such that conformity has replaced consciousness. Theodore Adorno

Transgression is the new law. Edgy is the new norm. Submission is the new rebellion. Internalized masochism rules supreme. The New Doormat is the new heroine. McSex is best. All is topsy-turvy and “we’re loving it”. A recent(ish) survey on relationships in Spain amongst the 15/29 year olds revealed that a staggering average of 35% of women saw as perfectly normal/legit to have their boyfriends control their phones and social media. The ration of young males was even higher. I have no reason to expect that the picture this exposes is much better in our “enlightened” latitudes. Make of this what you will. Meanwhile, as a pre-anti-Valentine card & rant, here’s a modest offering to all the women out there who still refuse to bow down to the new orthodoxies. Keep the two insolent fingers at the ready, girls, lest you find yourselves, in a not-too-distant future, living in a reality that will make The Handmaid’s Tale look like a romantic picnic. Pregnant, barefoot and in the kitchen will be the least of your worries. elpais.com/politica/2015/01/27/actualidad/1422363044_535263.html elpais.com/diario/2008/06/16/sociedad/1213567206_850215.html www.girlguiding.org.uk/social-action-advocacy-and-campaigns/research/girls-attitudes-survey

Sad Girl Now and then I drop in at the online The Baffler, a self-styled culture mag on the pretentious side of things but containing the occasional gem and, more often, articles of such silliness that they make my day. Some time ago one of those made me aware of a phenomenon I had totally and mercifully missed: the Internet Sad Girl. The article pronounced said curio dead and proclaimed that this was A Good Thing. The embodiment of such grotesque creature was one Lana del Rey. So I went off to the ineffable YouTube to check out the young miss. And boy was I glad I had missed her and her kin. Such vapidness is seldom seen in my neck of the woods (thank Bumba!). Anyways, I thought I could do better than Ms D.R. and came out with this here Sad Girl. Now, she is truly and really a sad case: overweight and unhappy about it, her dormant brain engulfed by Facebook’s contradictory party lines and utterly devoid of dress sense, the poor mite is in a permanent state of dejection. But all is not lost. Rosie and BoomBoom, the fashion fiends of Maison Shogg, are keeping their bulbous eyes on her. Also, planning to abduct her to their Total Reshuffle Spa, treat her to a Mi-Go Molecular Reorganization therapy, give her a few tips on sartorial intelligence and cleanse her brain of any traces of antisocial media indoctrination. After this…watch out, world. Mata Hari will seem like a convent girl compared to her. Long live fluffiness!