The oil major Shell has a blisteringly slick and seductive new advert that extols the virtues of gas as a ‘transition fuel’ (which it isn't). As a piece of propaganda, it would make Donna Haraway guffaw with delight. It’s 80 seconds of ‘Jenna and Cory’ who live together extolling the virtues of hybridity. They are 'alternative'... Continue Reading →
Two adverts have been on the idiot's lantern at the gym (I am one of those tremendous bores who doesn't have a television and lets you know at every opportunity) Briefly, the plots; In one, a generically handsome (quietly athletic, mid-30s, stubbly; basically the male equivalent of the beige cheeky-boney woman you see in the... Continue Reading →
Personally I am not a big fan of fascism. Call me squeamish. Nor am I a big fan of the whole ubermensch “Aryan blonde-blued eyed” thing . Something to do with understanding who was on the land before whitey arrived and what whitey did to get that land. I am not saying that the people... Continue Reading →
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