Postmodern Culture

Everything you want to know about postmodernism, postmodernity, and postmodern culture. Your guide to achieving postmodern literacy from The Notorious Dr. Rog and the class of ENG 335 at Rollins College.

Friday, September 15, 2006

sardine 9/15 post migraine

Once Upon A Time in a distant land far far away (next door) there lived a young and beautiful princess named Petunia. One morning as she was partaking of her oatmeal, she decided to become an intellectual.

“I think,” she said. “I want to be an intellectual.”

Princess Petunia went to palace library, and she checked out some books. She read and read: Lyotard; Habermas; Proust; Jencks; and Dr. Seuss.

Petunia’s head exploded.

“Daddy,” Princess Petunia cried to the king. “I don’t want to be smart anymore. I just want to be pretty. Can I take the BMW and the credit card?”

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The permafrost is melting in Siberia. Prehistoric methane is leaking out of the earth. Greenhouse gasses are rising exponentially. The genocide in Darfur is still being defined. Is it or isn’t it a genocide? George Clooney and his dad are there right now. Florida had an earthquake. That super volcano under North America must be waking up. And the Pope insulted Islam. Now the previously Hitler Youth Pope (he apologized) is being called a Neocon.

We’re all Neocons according to Habermas. Say it isn’t so!! Our attention is being turned away. (Habermas, p.102) We want to be pretty.

Bell says society can only be saved by a unifying religion. But who decides that religion? Will it be a neo Kantian-Dionysian-Christian tragedy? Will we all be waiting for the Rapture? Should we avoid trans-fats and pesticides in our food? Do we get rid of evolution? Do we keep Plan B? Should I try the high protein diet and buy a recumbent stationary bicycle? Should I learn the waltzing goose step for the dance competition on TV? Cha Cha Cha…

Personally, I don’t look good in yellow. Let’s make the religious color scheme blue with brown trim. That is sort of existentialistic. Let us all worship The Absurd. And we can sell it at Target.

As the Gumbies say, “My brain hurts.”


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