Guillen’s Tales: the column of “pop star, stuck in fashion”, Alejandro Guillen
The constant nothing
Oh who me? I’m just browsing
Browsing for what? For whom? We present ourselves as products
I can make you happy until you desire an upgrade
A simple upDate? Tinder, Grindr, Scruff, it’s all the same
You simply promote the new you, the new him, the new her
But what was wrong with the original?
Why so many makes? Or fakes?
How long will it take for us to realize love is not a click away?
It’s as if the interwebs are leaving us disconnected
We all become replaceable clones
“I want Juan who is taller and more masculine.”
“A blonder Jacqueline who can change tires and contour.”
“You want a jock who is covered in tattoos.”
There is an app for that, don’t feed into the taboo
But what will happen once we have gone through all the profiles and run out of updates?
No new selfies
Just a generation full of distorted self-esteem.