On Discretion In The Information and Terror Age
I do not want to talk about Spitzer, as the whole scandal has erupted at an extremely convenient time for many who've been screwing the American taxpayers with wanton abandon. It's as if Uncle Sam slipped Lady Liberty a date rape drug at a frat party, slipped off the condom, fucked her blind, and left her limping to the bus stop broke. So now that we've established why this story took the heat off of Britney for a hot minute or two, can we please move on? 'Kay, Thanks.
People in the 'hobbying lifestyle' have a range of reasons for wanting to remain discreet. The main one, wanting to avoid being charged criminally, is being taken to a whole different level in an age of freakishly creepy biometric analysis. The technology of FRI, or "Facial Recognition Imagery", is some sinister geek's Orwellian wet dream that was heretofore limited to the science fiction fantasies of loner visionaries such as the Unibomber. It will only be a few years until this technology is used widely as yet another weapon in the War On Terrorism.
As cameras have gotten more compact and digitally advanced, the possibilities for exposure are endless. Look, the google maps satellites can pick up grainy images of crackheads fighting in dark alleys over broken crack pipes! I do not think that I am being an alarmist for wanting to have so much control over my image.
This is a deja-vuish time that is eerily reminiscent to the Weimar period of Berlin, when trannies, prostitutes, rent boys, and shop girls all frolicked around freely, hedonistically selling their charms to Absinthe swilling, opium smoking decadents. The rest, as they say, is history.
History repeats itself in cycles, and we definitely seemed doomed to repeat it as we are stuck in this crazy ass time loop flirtation with borderline blatant fascism. That is why I have to laugh whenever anybody asks me why I, a well known lover of the 420, do not want to apply for a 'medicinal alternative herbal' card, or whatever silly euphemism is being used now to refer to marijuana club cards. Everyone who applies for one now has to submit to a photograph for ID purposes!
Oh sure, great. Everybody is running around now, posting their facial images on Adult Companionship websites, and lining up to get photos for their little weed club cards. Have any of you ever stopped to think how those images can come back to bitchslap you in the face when you least expect it? Ok, my tinfoil hat may be on a little tight after a stony bowl
or two, but at least I don't have to worry about being able to walk into a hotel or two without putting the whole bloody establishment on blast.
One of the things that I am having the hardest time adapting to in these times is the dearth of the element of mystery and, control freak that I am, my private life. That's another thing all together. I could never figure out how escorts and adult providers who decide to plaster their faces everywhere reconcile that with referring to themselves "discreet". ????? WTF? How the hell are you discreet if anyone and everyone has seen your mug? If people realize that picture is YOU, then they rightly or wrongly assume that any man seen in your company is a joh.... I mean, a 'hobbyist'.
How in the hell are we going to compete with China if we don't have prisoners to churn out dollar store oven mitts that melt and exploding barbecue grills?
As you ponder that, I'm adding another layer of aluminum foil to my pillbox hat.
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Added on: 04/01/08 23:16
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