Embracing The Future

The following rant was provoked by someone somewhere blaming the fashion industry for the 'end of fat-as-beautiful', which gets the causality arrow all tangled up. (But that's another post for another time.)

I know it's oh-so-fashionable to be doom-and-gloom about modernity and industrialization and all that, but frankly it's boring, totally old-skool (in a not good way), and it makes people sound like their parents, grandparents (again, not in a good way), or religious whackos.

I'm all for preserving traditions that work in modern contexts, but knee-jerk allegiance to nostalgia can leave the knee-jerker looking out of touch and, honestly? -- hostile, desperate, and somewhat pathetic.

I usually keep this opinion to myself, but I'm getting so tired of hearing people's inner fears about the future projected out as 'objective factual info'.

I like modernity; I like progress; I like electricity and computers and space travel and technology and modern notions of human rights (and clothing) and most especially I like public sanitation and modern plumbing.

I know too much history to ever want to go back.

And don't even get me started on how lacking it is in personal responsibility to blame things on the fashion industry. (Or the media, or government, or whatever . . . . . . Enough with the blame games.)