Binary Review #32 - October
Now that October is finally here, I’d be lying if I said I could think of anything more appropriate to review than the biggest event of the month, the only day of October that really matters to anybody. Naturally, I speak of Easter.
At least, I would have been lying, right up until the very moment I first learned of the above picture’s existence. This picture is of far greater importance than Easter; a meaningless, overly commercialised, “Hallmark Holiday”, created in the 1950’s to sell more cigarettes. This picture says more about Easter than any review I could ever write.
First of all the larger, wealthier, 'bourgeoisie' chicken is lording it over the smaller, working class chicken (or 'proletariat' chicken, if you will). See the way he avoids eye contact with the lower classes, all the while patting himself on the back for his own generosity, wondering how the other chicken could ever have the audacity to complain about the gifts with which he has been bestowed.
"This lesser chicken should be most grateful that I have seen fit to give him anything at all!" he thinks to himself, while handing down just one of the millions of Easter cards printed on machinery oiled by the blood of the chicken-workers. "Ungrateful, the lot of them, I say." he quite literally clucks to his companions in his manor later that evening. He came away quite successful at cards tonight and is planning to reward himself after supper with one of his finer brandies and a well earned cigar.
The bourgeoisie chicken’s hat is an excellent example of the death of self-respect within our culture. It says to us, ‘Swag is for mere children. Real chickens have class.’ The colour coordination between his hat decoration and his umbrella carries no deeper meaning than to say that this chicken has a rad as hell sense of style.
The umbrella itself however, carries a far more significant, deeper meaning. Why does the chicken need an umbrella? I think the proper way to ask this question is to turn it around. Why does the umbrella, need the chicken? That is to say, I think that the umbrella we are talking about here is our 'libido'; our pleasure. Why does our 'libido' need The Matrix (1999)?
In conclusion, this picture is such a perfect representation of everything wrong with October that I find it unnecessary to elaborate on this whatsoever. If you don’t 'get' it by now, you ARE the bourgeoisie chicken and you never will.
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