Garbage language empowers speakers by giving listeners no leeway to contest ad hoc expressions that nonetheless carry the authority of convention.
Author: Todd Garlington
Urban spectator, Inner space cadet
Behold the evolution of late-stage capitalism where people merge with products and usher in a chilling era of categorical materialism.
A slender woman relaxes poolside, seemingly posing for a snapshot. But like the designer furniture being advertised, the image has been carefully manufactured.
Despite the pride involved, the expedient of indexing oneself with a three-digit prefix comes with a trade-off: dehumanization.
Have we blurred the lines between news and entertainment such that we no longer make the distinction between journalism and editorial?
Might the magic dust sprinkled by advertisers start to wear off in isolation?
