A paragraph I am regrettably cutting from my next article.
“Back in high school, when that sort of thing was popular, a friend telling me “I made you in the Sims today” always turned my blood to ice. Somebody making a sim version of you is not unlike them telling you they made a voodoo doll out of your dandruff and toenail clippings recently— sure, they could sit that doll atop a tiny throne of cashmere-upholstered platinum, but they could also spend all day making it bump uglies with voodoo Grover Norquist. And you have absolutely no control over it. That is disturbing on a fundamental human level— even if it’s not your actual body/flesh/self, someone toying with a representation of you is fucking creepy. So why would someone like Fergie, whose career relies heavily on how many people masturbate to thoughts of her on a daily basis, opt to take those fantasies to another level and make a digital version of her available to be fondled and fucked by anyone with a playstation 2 and a dream?”
@10 months ago with 3 notes#the sims #fergie #the black eyed peas