I’ve run across two articles about absurdity in my wanderings on the Internet recently.
The first was on The Huffington Post, but be warned, the video plays automatically. Some tosser by the name of Wayne Goss suggests that men should consider wearing a bit of makeup to improve their appearance.
As Hamlet says to Ophelia in Act III, scene i, right after his most famous speech, “I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.” I’ve always regarded makeup as a silly thing, something akin to the obsession over hub caps that some have, but if you’re into that, be my guest. However, when Goss recommends makeup for men, what he is doing is hoping to burden half the population with a waste of time.
Now I understand that when anyone is going on video, makeup is likely going to be necessary, given the artificial lighting, though not much would have rescued Nixon, other than getting Mayor Daley to change his mind. But in real life, I want real life.
Except it seems that real life doesn’t feel as real any more as it once did:
Apparently, there are men these days–perhaps the ones who are walking about wearing makeup–who find virtual women worthy of a relationship. Or, in the case of Love Plus, virtual teenage girls. The characters are exactly what is to be expected from something generated by a computer–whiny, demanding, and formulaic. Why anyone would want to date Miss Vista is something beyond my understanding, though science fiction has been predicting this sort of thing for a long time.
Well, to quote J. B. S. Haldane,
I have no doubt that in reality the future will be vastly more surprising than anything I can imagine. Now my own suspicion is that the Universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.
And for now, this is the only universe that we have. Still, I’ll be the man without makeup interacting with what in the Land of Oz are referred to as meat people.