The existential zeitgeist of 2016 occupies every Gen Y fear of the Millennials, every Gen X lament of Gen Y, and every Boomer’s rant about the technological era of the egocentric fool. To put it more simply, today we are horrified, fascinated, driven and repulsed by each other and I know I am not alone in needing to know: what the fuck has happened that a pop star’s naked selfie resonates more in our hypermedia hive mind than kids living in garbage?
Sure, we have always been hungry for local gossip at the expense of any interest in global catastrophe. But now, we are repulsive in our pursuit of what – I am going to quoin the phrase – is a ‘pursuit of Glame’- that being, an obsession with ‘fame’and self assurance that is attained by looking fucking glamorous when we strike a pose. It is measured in likes, in follows and in ‘going viral’.
To quoin a phrase is interesting. I initially wrote quine, but fearing that it did not look quite right I looked it up, to find I had the wrong spelling. Í am glad that I did, though. It turns out that a quine is a computer program which takes no input and produces a copy of its own source code as its only output.
I find this interesting, given that to Glame is to replicate oneself, from oneself, over and over and over again…