The world of avatars, the endless possibilities, look how you want, be what you want, express the very core of your being, or the secret hidden aspects of your identity. No need to be oppressed by today’s dominating body image, liberate yourself. In a world where your appearance is severed from any RL physical binding one would assume that deeper layers of the self would be represented or exposed. Guess again, the virtual malls selling virtual perfection present a disturbingly dystopian sight, as Barbies and Kens shop around for even more photorealistic silicon tits. The postmodern is often mentioned as the age of identity loss, and virtual space as its characteristic objet-to-think-with seems to reinforce this point. And so I weep…. as I fly through the sky under a silver moon:
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