Saturday, March 23, 2019

Illusion of Choice

Admiring my new window treatment while having Fight Club thought dialog about the illusion of choice.
Not even joking
The valance is not what I had in mind.

The colors matched the pots.

Of course by design because 

All retailers have a color palette for each season
We live in Garanamal houses, basically
Industry designers get together ahead of each season, decide what colors/patterns/materials are "hot" and then advertise to sell us on it
Much like politics

and the press.
OMIGOSH how can you make everything about politics....

politics have been made into a consumer product...

"industry leaders" get together and create a product and the press are jobbed with selling it to us
By peppy sound bites, by cajoling, by shaming, by berating.

peer pressure politics
" we know you think you want a product that looks and performs this way, but we have decided for you that this product is the hot commodity this season and that is all you will be allowed to see"
Oh we know you don't like our name brand, try this generic unoffensive totally principled brand. We will call it Brand M. It's like organic free-range politics, no guilt, but no real reason to exist other than to make you feel good about yourself
And that's all that matters.

You don't want to be like the backwoods people still sporting brand R, do you? They are just so no up with current trends
Because for some reason we have decided we have to brand ourselves with who we vote for.

Team jersey. Bumper Stickers. Avatar pictures (MMMMM good)
Wear Nikes to show how sportsbally you are

Drive a Prius to show how environmental you are.

Vote Hillary to show how Matriarchal you are

Splatter the bald M guy all over your picture to show you are better than the guy next to you
(goes for MAGA too)
"you are not your bank account. You are not the clothes you wear. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your bowel cancer. You are not your grande latte. You are not the car you drive. You are not your fucking khakis."

It's just a bodily function. Like pooping.

You don't announce what brand of TP you just wiped with.
Quit making your identity who you vote for.

I mean you didn't pick it. You had nothing to do with it.

You had a preselected palate to choose from and you picked one.

yay, you.

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