Post-everything

I'm sick to death of irony. I'm also sick of tension, tolerance, sarcasm, and the despotic imperialism of the postmodern, along with the smug condescension of its legions of followers. Who knew relativism could be such an absolutist, totalitarian dictator? Modernism gave us two world wars and the Holocaust before we wisely gave up on it. So after all the dismantling, all the deconstruction, all the touting of pluralism, what do we have? Hipsters. We may not be hell-bent on assimilating the Other anymore, but we certainly don't embrace it. We just co-opt it and sell it, and if you're not buying, you're a bigot.

Pardon me, but what the fuck?

I pray for the return of narrative, beauty, and common struggle.


+ (See John Leland's Hip: The History, The Baffler's Commodify Your Dissent, & David Brooks' Bobos in Paradise)

Playing:
Knut - Terraformer
Ocean - Here Where Nothing Grows
Stars of the Lid/Labradford - The Kahanek Incident