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POSTED BY DOUGLAS LAIN.
I'm more than a little disconcerted about the direction that this weblog has taken in the last few weeks. When I asked Jim to substitute for me I thought he understood the spirit of this weblog, but apparently I was wrong.
The mindless worship of Celebrity is one of the most glaring examples of the spectaclular nature of our society. Having reduced the majority to slaves, having robbed us of our potential to create our own lives, the great powers hypnotize us with images of others whose lives we can watch from a distance.
Here's what Chomsky has to say about Celebrity:
I don't like to impose on my wife and children a form of life that they certainly haven't selected for themselves, namely one of public exposure, exposure to the public media -- that's their choice and I don't believe that they have themselves selected this, I don't impose it on them. And I would like to protect them from it, frankly. The second, and perhaps sort of principled point, is that I'm rather against the whole notion of developing public personalities who are treated as stars of one kind or another where aspects of their personal life are supposed to have some significance, and so on $*#(_))!#!@
ERROR....
RUNNING NEW PROGRAM....1...2...3
Due to technical difficulties we now present:
MOLLY RINGWALD!
When I worked with Anthony Michael Hall in Sixteen Candles, or when I was paired off with Robert Downey Junior in the Pick Up Artist, or when I would give a cute but exasperated sigh in the direction of Jon Cryer in Pretty in Pink, or when I fucked Andrew McCarthy in Fresh Horses I always had the same snack food backing me up, giving me energy.
That's right America, sunny Molly Ringwald loves Milk Duds. I can't live without them. They're delicious!
That's right! Since 1960 Hershey's Milk Duds (along with all other Hershey's products) have been a wholly owned subsidary of Beatrice!
Beatrice...Nothing tastes as good as she does!
I'm more than a little disconcerted about the direction that this weblog has taken in the last few weeks. When I asked Jim to substitute for me I thought he understood the spirit of this weblog, but apparently I was wrong.
The mindless worship of Celebrity is one of the most glaring examples of the spectaclular nature of our society. Having reduced the majority to slaves, having robbed us of our potential to create our own lives, the great powers hypnotize us with images of others whose lives we can watch from a distance.
Here's what Chomsky has to say about Celebrity:
I don't like to impose on my wife and children a form of life that they certainly haven't selected for themselves, namely one of public exposure, exposure to the public media -- that's their choice and I don't believe that they have themselves selected this, I don't impose it on them. And I would like to protect them from it, frankly. The second, and perhaps sort of principled point, is that I'm rather against the whole notion of developing public personalities who are treated as stars of one kind or another where aspects of their personal life are supposed to have some significance, and so on $*#(_))!#!@
ERROR....
RUNNING NEW PROGRAM....1...2...3
Due to technical difficulties we now present:
MOLLY RINGWALD!
When I worked with Anthony Michael Hall in Sixteen Candles, or when I was paired off with Robert Downey Junior in the Pick Up Artist, or when I would give a cute but exasperated sigh in the direction of Jon Cryer in Pretty in Pink, or when I fucked Andrew McCarthy in Fresh Horses I always had the same snack food backing me up, giving me energy.
That's right America, sunny Molly Ringwald loves Milk Duds. I can't live without them. They're delicious!
That's right! Since 1960 Hershey's Milk Duds (along with all other Hershey's products) have been a wholly owned subsidary of Beatrice!
Beatrice...Nothing tastes as good as she does!
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