My brain isn’t good at much. I don’t have a knack for math. I’m lousy at remembering names of human beings. And I bet if I tried to be an actor, I’d forget my lines. I am, however, very good at analogs and metaphors, and they’re always creeping into my head, uninvited.
The latest one involves something in which I have a weird fascination, which is the peculiar and frankly gross recipes that seemed so popular from the early 1950s until the early 1980s. I run across these on a daily basis. Here’s just a small sampling, with a particular emphasis on what seems to have been a fetish in the United States: Jello-O based molds. Shield your eyes, Frank.
I mean, honestly……………..yuck. What the hell?
If I took a time machine back to 1952 with a plate that had a delicious steak on it, with a baked potato, and some fresh green beans, I bet they’d gobble it up with delight. It’s not like human tastes have changed that radically in, oh, the past ten thousand years or so.
So, I’m not sure why on Earth these completely bizarre foods caught the public imagination. Was it because they seemed “space age” or “futuristic“? Perhaps.
More likely, the reason is that the corporate pukes at places like Campbell’s and Jell-O Brands had to dream up weird new ways to use their products and try to foist them onto an unsuspecting public. After all, there’s only so much Cream of Mushroom soup a household is going to want in its pantry.
Suffice it to say that, in this day and age, people can only scratch their heads when they see such images.
All of this came to mind since I’ve been watching a show called Slow Horses, which is very well done, but the fact that it was created in 2021/2022 is super, super obvious.
Why? Because it has markers.
In particularly, it prominently features a black/white romance (with some especially unattractive individuals in the roles) as well as going out of its way to make the big boss of British Intelligence be, of course, not just black, but a black immigrant woman. (Her sexuality isn’t revealed, but let’s just assume she’s a pansexual atheist lesbian as well).
It’s only early 2025, but watching Slow Horses already seems……………….dated. The assertion of having the most senior people be underrepresented minorities seems really forced………………sort of like combining shrimp and lettuce leaps with Jello-O and making some weird-ass mold out of it.
I put it to you that sometime in the not-very-distant future, citizens of the United States will see images such as these virtue-signaling signs that were sold by the millions in 2020/2021…………..
And have the same question that we, presently, would proffer when seeing a sick-ass recipe. That is to say:
How will we explain the lionization of a criminal, drug-addicted convict as a national hero? Well, I could we could say that the virtue-signaling, like the signs below, were a desperate attempt to avoid having our homes and businesses set on fire by the ostensibly oppressed.
One thing is clear. BLM will be the Jello Mold with Meat of our age. It won’t be that long before people examine our own recent history and wonder what on EARTH was going on. Promise.
