10:12:22

There was a time when Jamie Lee Curtis’ supposed (I say supposed because who knows what is true about the lives these people present) husband, Christopher Guest, made a career out of skewering people like her—theatrical frauds, today known as Woke-actors.

I like the way Curtis goes in and out of fake tears here, modulating the affect of her voice every other sentence—happy, crying, happy, crying. Apparently Curtis has nothing better to do than look at her Twitter “first thing in the morning,” strange given her mature age and what a “vile portal of bile” she thinks social media is. I agree, it is a vile portal.

Does the algorithm censor and shadow ban or does the Woke-actor? Is today’s Woke-actor a censorious sentient algorithm?

In 1950, Raymond Chandler noted, “honesty is an art.” And what’s been done to honesty is a crime.

Saying this does not mean I agree with everything Kanye West (Ye) says and does. But if this is going to be our go-to response/reaction to everything we don’t like or understand; if this is how we talk now; if this is how we emote now—in cliches, in false borrowed language and endless mediated prescribed terms and histrionics that literally everyone uses now like an authoritarian script—we’re done. These people are so transparent, so empty, hypocritical, lost. At least be a good actor, like the old days. At least put on a better show than this.

Note: Conjuring the language of parables and fables, one person in the YouTube comments put it this way: “A lizard and a snake sat down for an interview.”