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I (BMcC[18-11-46-503]), finally, after 50 years, have hit the jackcrackpot: There's a new fad on Twitter: "Yassify Bot":
To "yassify" something, in the account's parlance, is to apply several beauty filters to a picture using FaceApp, an A.I. photo-editing application, until its subject — be that a celebrity, a historical figure, a fictional character or a work of fine art — becomes almost unrecognizably made up. ("What Does It Mean to 'Yassify' Anything?", Shane O'neill, NYT, +2021.11.24)
I always detested the popular performer Cher.com (DBA: "Cher") as a plastic fake human being, in the same category as Nancy Reagan and my father's 3rd wife who looked like, acted like and presumably thought like Nancy Reagan and worked a a bookkeeper in an advertising agency (The Robert Goodman Agency, Baltimore MD) that promoted Republican political candidates, back in the 1980's. Now I see what Cher really is: a real life yassfication – no FaceApp A.I. touch-up needed.
It was, still is, in America's beautiful and successful suburbs (DJT), a whole banal metaphysics, a Scheißestückweltanschauung. Sucrose silicone smiling faces such as hers were the structural correlate, the sublunary stars, the CELEBRITIES, which were transcendentally required to produce the entertainment products that suffused by trickle down (like the economic theory of that name in the material world) the semiotic poverty, the hollowness, of my childhood social surround, with transcendent meaning to fulfill (or at least tranquilize) my childrearers (parents, teachers, etc.)[1] and supposedly MeToo; but the latter part didn't work.
The adolts seemed to hallucinate little heart shaped valentines above their foreheads 💗💗💗 like a boxer who has been TKO'ed "sees stars" when they saw television, movie or magazine pictures of these godlike beings who were IMPORTANT PEOPLE, who made life worth living by proxy for them, for all of us whose ontological status is to be consumers of consumer products, giving all of us mass marketing fulfillment, almost(?) like the ecstasies of Bernini's St Teresa of Avila (no wonder they presumably didn't have orgasms, just "blessed events"[2]).
Verily, Cher is a yassification for real. What a [Linda] trip!
"💗Oh, Ronnie! Just say 'Just say no!' to me! [ Panting... ] [ 'Just say no, Nancy!' ] Ohhhhh 💗💗💗💗💗💗! ...... Ahhhh💗"
[Draw the curtain].
Footnotes
- ↑ I (BMcC[18-11-46-503]) have encountered an interesting variant here: post-pubescent upper middle class females who followed rock music stars as upscale groupies whose goal was to collect battle ribbons to pin on their chests: I was laid by [name of star]; so these hot chicks maybe did experience (or fake?) popular culture orgasms/kitschgasms, like Danaë on birth control. ~ The one I personally encountered went on to marry (and, of course, later divorce...) a guy who was a bit player in the "music" scene (whose father was a symphony conductor), and to contribute in the interim to the world's population explosion by bearing 3 children (the same number as her mother had had) with him.
- ↑ "People, People who need people, Are the luckiest most asexual people in the world We're children, needing other children And yet letting a grown-up pride Hide all the need inside Acting more like children than children <Platonic💗> Lovers, very special people They're the luckiest most asexual people in the world With one person (one person) One very special person (one very special person) A feeling deep in your soul social conditioning (in your soul social conditioning) Says you were half now you're whole No more hunger and thirst First be a person who needs people People who need people Are the luckiest most asexual people in the world No more hunger or thirst First be a person who needs people (people need people) People who need people Are the luckiest most asexual (luckiest most asexual) people in the world...." (Oh, that's Barbra Streisand, not Cher, but I (BMcC[18-11-46-503]) can't tell the difference, can you?)
 Bingo Crosby dreaming of a White Xmas, or maybe only pretending to dream of a White Xmas to sell Xmas records. |  Frank Sin[-]atra. Crooner with reputed Mafia ties who sold over 150 million records worldwide. Idol of the "surf 'n turf" set. (Click picture to see: Frank with Peggy Lee!) |
