This is Reality

I’m rapping with a friend of mine at the anemic Wizard World LA comic book convention, a sad song of an event that’s dangling off the cliff-edge of the world and loosing its grip more and more with each passing year. We’re at a booth where they’re pimping some short film that seems to be about yet another “badass chick” who solves all her problems like a man (could babes with guns be any more Freudian for fuck’s sake?).

In time we’re approached by a short woman who is shackled down with all the technological trappings of a TV Production Assistant. She leads with her strategically revealed, nuclear cleavage. She tells us that Gene Simmons and the crew of his new reality show is coming around the corner and that we should just “act natural” if he deems us worth talking to.

Then, like a great cry for attention personified, Gene walks into view. He is the nexus of self-important activity, orbited by his camera and audio crew. He is desperate to be the king of something, anything. He feeds on adoring, curious and even mocking glances like some massive, old, American car sucks on gasoline. In fact, in every way he is a 1957 Buick Road Master, languidly tooling by on a Sunday afternoon. He is something that was designed for majesty in a time when there was more space and less practicality. A mechanism fashioned before the age of irony. The very benchmark of a value system that, long, long ago, went off the tracks.

“Be cool” Nuclear Cleavage whispers to us proudly, “This is reality”.

– Joshua Dysart
03.19.07

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