Any would-be advertising mogul knows that sex sells. Madison Avenue has been using sex to sell marginally useful products for more than a century. Sex sells. Period.
It sells cars, shampoo, deodorant, underwear and furniture. It also brainwashes minds. Hence, the phallic symbols and phallic fear which dominates our landscape today, is part of an overall psychological conditioning which pounds today's males with hard driving advertising images promising to restore potency ane empower his manhood.
This is why a former vice-president hawks potions to restore erectile dysfunction. It is also the reason athletes and actors promote potions to put hair back on baldheads. And, ladies, don't gloat just yet.
No mind is safe from the mind manipulators and image creators. Alleged medical doctors promote boob job, gut fat suction and tummy tuck installment plans. There is a multi-billion dollar industry out there which tells us that we should not be satisfied with who we are—and "they" have the solution to our dissatisfaction.
Today’s media envelops men and women in a toxic fume of fairytale consumerism and conspicuous consumption, all with the skillful juxtaposition of sex and psychological conditioning. The message is: you’re not sexy unless you are Viagrad, Botoxed, boob-jobbed, tummy tucked, implanted, blinged and beautiful. Above all, you are nothing, and worthless unless you are one of the Beautiful People.
Unless you denude your skin of hair, populate your bald head with transplanted follicles, suck out fat from your gut, enhance your inconsequential chest with double-dipped “D” cups and slather lotions, potions and perfumes over your hairless proto-corpse, you just aren’t sexy. And, if you aren’t sexy, you are nothing.
Never mind that the world is going to hell in a handbasket. Never mind that yoiur children are being dumbed down in school, your elders are working at fast food joints to supplement their meager retirement checks and STILL may have to choose between food and medicine.
Many crises rise to the top spot in our newspapers, only to fall into oblivion, because they could not sustain the attention of our sex-distracted public. We are more interested in which Botox Babe is boffing which Viagra Villain, than what is causing the explosion of three-legged frogs and how it may affect the human population, or whether the voting machines we'll be using have been pre-programmed.
Our dangerous obsession with cosmetics, surgical enhancements and recreational pharmaceuticals allows our out of control bureaucrats and paid-off-politicians to continue their assault on the Constitution as they empty the Treasury. This daily parade of empty-headed, breast implanted, Botox Bimbos and Viagra Villains marching across our television screens creates a mindless litany of distractions.
Unfortunately, there are millions of Americans who willingly embrace the distraction. With our eyes wide shut, we surrender our attention to the trivial, and allow ourselves to be blinded by the unholy light of televised trivia. Herds of political hacks and their masters are using the nation’s most precious documents to wipe their sorry behinds, and we gobble up the swill, as if it were a bowl of ambrosia.
While the literati bemoan the influence of the glitterati on civilization at large, Joe Six-pack and Connie Soapoperaski have long since departed from Boringville for the bright lights and high times which sleazertainment offers. Unlike the channel-impaired Watergate Generation, who were forced to listen to Senator Sam Irvin and his Merry Bunch of Watergate Inquisitors, today’s generation is overloaded with hundreds of channels and need not ever taint a single brain cell with an excursion to a news channel, or what masquerades as news these days.
Like children who pay no attention to the consequences of their actions, we turn a deaf ear to those who warn that we are headed for a fall. We’re spending ourselves into national bankruptcy, piling up billions of dollars of consumer credit bills, as we squander resources and poison the planet for generations unborn. And, even worse, we absolve ourselves of complicity by blaming “the Whatever Conspiracy.”
With as many sins against Humanity as we are piling up, it is no wonder we’re obsessed with cosmetic appearances. Something has to mask the moral decay, which is consuming us.
