Jesse Walker | September 18, 2006
Radley Balko solves our problems:
Given that skinny women are hopelessly manipulated by the fashion industry, and that obese women are hopelessly manipulated by the food industry, I propose the following magic-bullet legislation:
The government buy every obese person subscriptions to the top fashion magazines; meanwhile every skinny person should be forced to sit through a dozen McDonalds, sugary cereal, and Hostess cupcake commercials.
In six months, we'll all wear the same size, and everyone will finally be equal.
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If everyone wore the same size, it would make clothes shopping a
lot less complicated.
I support this idea.
If targeted advertising made everybody the same size, somebody would complain about the homogenizing effects of individually-targeted media.
What colors should our clothes be, a soothing off-white or a relaxed off-brown?
I have a cunning plan. It's time to solve all of the
inequalities in America by selecting one person and cloning him 300
million times. The Democrats and Republicans can unite to do this,
satisfying the GOP's urge to limit sex (well, procreative
sex--non-cloning births shall be illegal henceforth) and genetic
engineering (only this one cloning will be allowed--all others
shall be banned) and satisfying the Democrats' desire for everyone
to be completely equal. We could also eliminate race, ethnic, and
probably most religious differences, as well as the immigration
problem (can't live here unless you're a clone, and if you don't
look like "one of us" we'll know you don't belong here).
Upon further thought, let's make it two clone types--one guy, one
gal. While they won't be allowed to breed, we can keep the family
unit intact by letting each couple raise clones.
Now that we got all the chicks to be of perfect size by showing them stuff....time to show them porn, baby.
What colors should our clothes be, a soothing off-white or a
relaxed off-brown?
Silver unitards, obviously.
thoreau, can we put pointy shoulders on the unitards? If not, can we use something like those Art Deco outfits from 1930's sci-fi serials? If it means no more hip huggers, then I'm all for wearing uniforms, especially those '30's things. I want a rings-of-Saturn hat, too.
Actually, I wrote that last comment, not the good doctor. Sorry for the confusion.
Just so you all know, I've watched a lot of car commercials this
weekend, and I fully intend to go buy a blown-to-the-gills BMW M3
and test out my new media-induced mad driving skillz.
Now, where did I leave my motoring goggles at?
No problem, Karen.
Bottom line: If we just show people the right mix of commercials we
can stop people from doing things that are unhealthy. And I'm sure
it will work out just fine.
Who needs Hayek when you have selective advertising?
I have a cunning plan. It's time to solve all of the
inequalities in America by selecting one person and cloning him 300
million times. The Democrats and Republicans can unite to do this,
satisfying the GOP's urge to limit sex (well, procreative
sex--non-cloning births shall be illegal henceforth) and genetic
engineering (only this one cloning will be allowed--all others
shall be banned) and satisfying the Democrats' desire for everyone
to be completely equal. We could also eliminate race, ethnic, and
probably most religious differences, as well as the immigration
problem (can't live here unless you're a clone, and if you don't
look like "one of us" we'll know you don't belong here).
I like it - one man, one clone, once.
Hey, didn't Vonnegut already explore that in 'Harrison
Bergeron'?
We should also blast noise inside the heads of people who are too
smart, and cripple the too-athletic.
mediageek:
Screw the Beemer. Gimme one of those cars from the GM commercials
that levitates above traffic jams, then turns into something out of
Nick
Fury, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Imagine, ChevyBuickPontiac and
Ford are talking about merging to avoid falling even further behind
the Japanese, DaimlerChrysler has banished Dr. Z. from our TV
screens and a Detroit steelbender is trying to sell us the dream of
flying cars. Unreal.
Steranko gave Fury a flying Porsche, anyway.
Kevin
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