Fuck, I go. I think this is the
It’s 2017, and the Old World slips away from us more
and more every day. Fidel Castro and David Bowie are dead.
Our phones control our lives. My local mall has a giant billboard
suspended from the ceiling, with holographic advertisements on it,
that looks exactly like the one in The Hunger Games Arena.
You can get hamburgers out of the wall in Amsterdam.
2017 is a new year, new you, new president-elect.
Everything’s coming up Milhouse. Obama’s last days in Washington
are putting dough in all the meme doctors’ pockets. The planet
mourns what’s passed, while scuttling around in this strange limbo
that follows New Year’s and the silly season, all of us feeling
shit-scared of what lies ahead. The new year yawns ahead of us like
a clinical futuristic chasm, and I for one have genuinely no idea
what to expect. It feels like the world has gone mad.
But then, wham, bang, bam. Meryl Streep’s
Lifetime Achievement Speech at the Golden Globes. Straight up
beautiful. A calm island in our overheated sea. That woman is a
wizard. We are all muggles. Meryl stood up on that stage, and under
the fake lights and mammoth camera lenses, under the vapid eyes of
Hollywood big guns, beneath the botoxed lips and repulsively
extravagant displays of wealth, she said a few things that were
Hollywood is notorious for being anything but. They,
the red-hot centre of Western culture, have made us want
happy-ever-after Marriages and yellow backless evening dresses and
brooding dark men for the past 60 years, all set to a jaunty
backing track that prohibits sadness or indignity. Formulaic and
contrived, they shape our advertisements and our lives. They are
responsible for the 21st-century curse of constant dissatisfaction
But Meryl talked about the fat orange man in a suit
who is probably, as we speak, cackling evilly while rubbing his
hands together over a rotating globe model. She talked about the
importance of art in dark times. She talked about integrity and
compassion. She talked about Love.
It was a super unexpected, seeing a speech that
seemed Resistance-like in nature, a call to action, a call
to arms, in a context that is so usually synonymous with conformity
and consumerism. She was basically telling us to fight back.
We sit on an uncertain precipice, with the
realisation dawning on us babies fr...