‘The Social Dilemma’ movie on Netlfix though has many takeaways, the one that stayed with me was the conclusion that the intent of social media sites was never the current status quo where our thought process and choices are manipulated via AI systems.
Add to that was the centenary celebration video released by
St. Agnes College Mangalore, the educational institute I spent 14 years in.
Watching the video did cause my C cups to distend. The pictures circa 100 years
ago as well as the motive behind women’s education in an age where the primary
goal of a woman was servitude is awe inspiring.
Momentarily however.
The commentary that “The shaping of a woman though rooted in
values yet soars on the wings of autonomy of thought and action sums up
perfectly the role of the Agnesian Alma mater” caused the sinsemilla calmed
nerves to leap into a frenzy of WTF.
A tirade is marching on furiously in my head and I’m
knuckling down to keep it at bay lest this seems a vitriolic expose’. I’m sure
there are many women who found wings to soar and it must have enhanced the
quality of their lives.
My experience was different as I rebelled against the conditioning.
Well it’s no secret that I was a terrible student and failed almost every exam,
add to the fact that I had no fear of authority, academics bored me and I couldn’t
shut up. Terrific recipe for disaster in any school really.
Leads me to think that almost all grand plans begin with the
right intent, whether educational institutions, social media, ideologies,
social and charitable organizations and the like. The intent being the
augmentation of the human spirit.
Somewhere along the line we lose the plot. To me that is the
direct result of ‘absolute power corrupts absolutely’. Not dwelling on this as I
use the wax for another purpose this time.
Secessionist me balks at the fallacies we employ to justify
our actions and thinking, to ourselves and others. To a degree that the
sanctification which began as a simple lie becomes the truth even in our own
minds.
“Repeat a lie often enough and it becomes the truth”, is a
law of propaganda often attributed to the Nazi Joseph Goebbels. There must a
Nazi in most of us, yours truly included as we have this insatiable need for
the sanctions of others, to this end we fabricate what seems like harmless
confabulations which culminate in altering the truth until it is replaced by
our version of it especially in ethical actions.
I listen to reminisces of the elderly and I question my
sanity as I do not remember the incidents they narrate in quite the same
fashion, my dad talks about things that I’m pretty certain are a figment of his
imagination but then I brush it off as senility.
When my friends and acquaintances however resort to distortion
I struggle with calling them out on the BS. Oh and this is singular to myself
too. The whoppers I’ve indulged in over time are enough to make my face transmogrify
into a congress of female baboon butts. Yeah, that crimson!
Now that we’re talking bottoms, the line I’d like to end
with is… the truth however ugly, is empowering. It’s fine to be a shithead as
long as you recognize you are one and try to better it. It’s fine if you fail,
you’re learning. The journey begins with being true, to yourself.
And with that it’s to doobie or not doobie…
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