Thursday, January 20, 2005

The Millennialists Discover Sex, even though it's principally useful for the daily stream of "we're all gonna die" stories, has come to realize, I think, that death on its own isn't likely to sell. Hence, the acquisition of the 'bot Peak Oil Jane, who seems to be about as much fun as the old Eliza psychotherapist bot. To be true to form, they should have put up a John Brown sort; but all he ever did was get himself killed. Besides, sex sells, and nobody's cause was ever hurt by putting a pretty girl on the soapbox. That they need to do so lays bare the distasteful nature of the message they're selling: you, and you, and you will all have to accept much less, and maybe, die.