I've been proposed to, friends around me have been proposed to, I've watched umpteenth proposals on television in romantic comedies and dramas, and never once have I thought to myself: "Gee... This is sexist."
We curate the content of our lives, weeding out the ordinary, boring or too sad bits and generate an actual narrative around our lives. One that gives us purpose and meaning. We have an actual story! It all means something!
If we were manifesting health, or authenticity, a real sense of identity, then I would be all for it. It makes sense, after all, those are the core blocks of life. But instead we're trapped manifesting products and events consumer culture told us we wanted.
I often wonder what makes us deliriously want to consume. Why do we feel the inexplicable urge to purchase a whole heap of possessions and surround ourselves by them? We buy products and then smear th...
Earlier on this week (let's be honest, yesterday) I made a desperate, last-minute beeline to the post office to send Easter gifts off to my various nephews. Once I got there, I realised I hadn't purch...
The apparel required to attend your average gym class is second to none -- next level sort of dressing. Ladies and gentlemen sashay into the gym like they're walking a gym-centric Versace runway in Milan.
What is most interesting about our compromised personal data, and the key point that Orwell missed, is that we give it up so freely. We fling our data out there like caution to the wind because, who cares right? It's out there anyway.
If Descartes were alive in the 21st century he might have asked: "Do we exist at all if we don't exist on social media?" I click, therefore I am. I post, therefore I am. I don't post or click, therefore I am not.