I remember Zoolander. I remember sitting in the Odeon Cinema near the central library (the cinema is long gone) and howling with laughter – properly howling we were – with my friend Matt.
At the climax (spoilers) the baddie, Murgato (Will Ferrell) is exasperated with the cluelessness of Derek Zoolander, male model and, well, moron.
And he berates his captive audience-
Who cares about Derek Zoolander anyway? The man has only one look for Christ’s sake! Blue Steel, Ferrari, Le Tigre? They’re the same face! Doesn’t anyone notice this?! I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!
Well, I am the big old fat guy, full of ressentiment and saying
Who cares about climate activists anyway? They have only one repertoire for Christ’s sake! Climate Camp, Fridays for Future, XR? They’re the same smugsophere and emotacycle! Doesn’t anyone notice this?! I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!
The frustration also extends to people who are paid to, expected to and ought to know do better – those paid by the taxpayer to have a critical distance and to make a clear assessment of what is actually going on. But for various reasons [insert deleted tweet here] they don’t.
Truth be told (hah!), it wouldn’t matter, because the trajectories are there now. Some very bad moons are rising. But as the apocalypse laps around our lips, couldn’t we use those lips to tell the truth about how damaging the “boom and bust” model is, and how the price, the er “loss and damage,” from the short-term hopey-dopey-changey nonsense of a few (understandably) guilt-ridden middle-class people is paid by other people and other species?
I feel like I’m taking crazy pills.