Lots of cool things are dead now. It’s a crying shame really, because some of them would have been great fun to have around. Without sounding too twee, I sometimes like to imagine a world in which all those dead things never ended up dying at all.
I love hypothetical questions. They not
only make you think in a critical way that can challenge the very core of who
you think you are, but they can also help you uncover facets of other people’s
personalities that you may have never known existed.
I’ve got five of my self-made favourites
listed below, and I’ve included a poll for each so you can see how your own
preferences compare to the common pleb.
Despite what religious folk might tell you, what’s right and
what’s wrong is no fixed or written affair. Indeed, even fair-spirited
Christians have shifted the goalposts about a thousand times in the last
millennium to ensure their holy doctrine concerning murder, homosexuality,
slavery and other ethics have shuffled along to keep up with societal changes.
I find it weird how people look back to times gone by and
vilify those seemingly advocating attitudes we would shun in the modern era.
Think how slave owners, fascists, wife beaters and colonists are demonised in
Hollywood fiction and the minds of most people.
Plenty of fiction explores the ethics of modifying
that template of a body that we receive when we’re born. Yep, we can mess about
with it - applying tattoos, piercings, dyes and other alterations - but ultimately we’re stuck with the genes we’re
Gattaca, Aeon Flux, Soldier, Deus Ex; the list of entertainment
that analyses the what iframifications
of genetic manipulation is a long one, and much of it concludes it’s not
actually a good thing after all.
I walked across the level, a small grass park in Brighton,
the other day. It was in the glorious sun, and was thusly filled with scores of
pasty Brits getting boozey and flinging Frisbees around, as pasty Brits are
wont to do once the sun comes out.
I watched as all the women cack-handedly threw the Frisbee to
the gentlemen they were playing with and thought to myself, not for the first
time: ‘why do girls throw like a girl?’
The West is a liberal democracy. The fundamental heart of citizenship in such a country is each man’s right to vote. It’s the blood that pumps through the arteries of society and everyone is fully entitled to their opinions. That’s the system.
If you don’t have an opinion, then fine, but opting out is as much of a statement about your political views as voting for BNP is. Your political vote is as close to a personal worldview summary as you can get.
You may have heard me trumpet the concept of liberal capitalism before, as someone who possibly lives on the right end of the political spectrum, and also one of the most liberal people you could meet.
In politics, especially in America but also over here, those viewpoints are apparently inequatable. You can’t support gay marriage, secularism and environmentalism as well as refuting socialism, affirmative action and colonial apologism.
Anyway, as someone who exists somewhere around there, I find myself in a never ending loop of liberalism. It goes something like this: