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“Simply put, if our relationship with food was rational, there would be no obesity. We pursue what feels good and eating certain foods is a biochemical way to reduce stress. Comfort food, such as TV dinners, “are tied to times and places that remind people of safety, joy, warmth and the flavors of childhood.” This is why Swanson dinners were re-marketed in 2007 as Swanson Classics proudly proclaiming them as the “Original TV Dinner” with the slogan “Swanson Classics, Comfort Food Then, Comfort Food Now.”

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Book:TV DINNERS UNBOXED: The Hot History of Frozen Meals
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“There is an expectation difference when eating frozen meals. They have long been maligned and ridiculed. Early ones were said to taste metallic or bland or salty or a combination of the three. Their association as a lower-income staple has impacted perceptions. This is why even the most mediocre experience is elevated. The Swanson TV Dinner mostly satisfies but will never be confused with fine dining.”

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Book:TV DINNERS UNBOXED: The Hot History of Frozen Meals
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“Whereas an Otaku is a true connoisseur of the culture, showing the same reverence and respectful distance which any true expert shows to their chosen field of expertise, the Weeaboo is like a socially awkward adolescent, ineptly trying to gain the social acceptance of Japanese people — because their unfortunate mental disorder has caused them to believe they are, in fact, Japanese.”

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Book:The Japanophile's Handbook
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“Once the great and the good had the privilege of granting pardon. Today, they want to be pardoned in their turn. They take the view that, on the basis of human rights, they are entitled to the universal compassion that had until now been the prerogative of the poor and of victims (in fact we cannot pardon them enough and they deserve all our compassion, not for reasons of rights or morality, but quite simply because there is nothing worse than being in power). However this may be, they believe they must now stand before the moral tribunal of public opinion and even declare their corruption before it (more or less spontaneously!). They would even accuse themselves of crimes they did not commit in order to gain an artificial immunity as a by-product. But the cunning of the dominated is even subtler. If consists not in pardoning them (you do not pardon those in power), nor in inflicting any real punishment on them, but in passing over their little acts of embezzlement and this faked-up spectacle with a certain indifference. And this should leave the politicians very crestfallen, as it is the clear sign of their insignificance for everyone. Some of them have demanded to be judged and found guilty (though they are innocent, of course!). But the 'ordeal' the judges have put the politicians and the big industrialists through has in the end only restored legitimacy, recognition and an audience to people who had lost them. Hence the strange confusion that prevails in the political sphere. For there is in the fact of this universal compassion a deep disturbance of symbolic regulation. Everywhere today we see the tormentors (pretending to) take the victim's side, showing them compassion and compensating them (as in Charles Najman's film La memoire est-elle soluble dans l'eau ... ?). This may perhaps resolve things on the moral plane, but it aggravates them at the symbolic level.”

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Book:The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact
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“Our best moral stories don’t tell us what is right or wrong in every situation, but they show us what one character did in one situation at one time. Readers, viewers, and listeners are supposed to extrapolate the moral meaning from the story. We’re not supposed to have it handed to us.”

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Book:Not Your Mother's Morals: How the New Sincerity is Changing Pop Culture for the Better
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“But surely, say these good apostles, you aren't going to discredit reality in the eyes of those who already find it difficult enough to get by, and who surely have a right to reality and the fact that they exist? The same objection for the Third World: surely you aren't going to discredit affluence in the eyes of those dying of starvation? Or: surely you aren't going to run down the class struggle in the eyes of those who haven't even had their bourgeois revolution? Or again: you aren't going to discredit feminist and egalitarian demands in the eyes of all those who haven't even heard of women's rights, etc.? You may not like reality, but don't put others off it! It's a question of democratic morality: you must not demoralize the masses. You must never demoralize anyone. Underlying these charitable intentions is a profound contempt. First, in the fact of instating reality as a kind of life insurance or a burial plot held in perpetuity, as a kind of human right or consumer good. But, above all, in crediting people with placing their hope only in the visible proofs of their existence: by imputing this plaster-saint realism to them, one takes them for naive and feeble-minded. In their defence, it has to be said that the propagandists of reality vent that contempt on themselves first of all, reducing their own lives to an accumulation of facts and evidence, causes and effects. Well-ordered resentment always begins at home.”

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Book:The Perfect Crime
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“CHARLIE II (METAMORPHIC VERSION) Ia muncul bukan dari layar, melainkan dari sela-sela gelap di antara kedipan mata kita— tempat pikiran gagal memutuskan siapa sedang menatap siapa. Tubuh kecil itu kembali, bukan sebagai gelandangan komikal, melainkan sebagai pertapa abstrak yang menertawakan seluruh peradaban tanpa membuka bibir. Setiap langkahnya adalah mantra yang salah dieja, menggoyang panggung dengan gerak paling canggung; jatuh-bangun yang kita sebut komedi, padahal itu adalah cara semesta menunjukkan betapa rapuhnya kita: para penonton yang ingin percaya hidup adalah aliran peristiwa yang patut dirayakan layaknya pesta. Ia tidak sedang berjalan. Ia sedang menghapus ingatan sedikit demi sedikit—perlahan-lahan seperti seluloid yang terbakar oleh cahaya proyektor dari dunia yang centang-perentang. Dalam keheningan hitam-putih itu, kitalah yang menjadi pantomim: komik yang berbicara tanpa suara, mengerti tanpa pemahaman, tertawa tanpa tahu siapa yang sedang ditertawakan. Charlie, atau siapapun ia telah menjelma, telah melampaui nama; ia menjadi ruang kosong yang memantulkan wajah cermin kotor yang menunggu kita terpeleset dusta topeng mana yang kita kenakan? kedunguan apa yang kita perankan? Ia tak memanggil kita. Ia mengintai kita. Ia tahu betapa seriusnya kita menjalani hidup, betapa tragisnya kesungguhan itu, betapa bodohnya kesedihan yang mengira dirinya istimewa. Tongkat kecilnya bukan properti panggung— itu garis batas antara imajinasi dan kenyataan yang ingin kita sembunyikan dan yang ingin dunia telanjangi. Setiap putaran adalah meditasi destruktif: sebuah zen yang retak, sebuah pencerahan yang salah arah, sebuah humor yang menusuk jantung sampai kita lupa apakah kita sedang menangis atau tertawa. Di titik ini, tidak ada lagi komedi, hanya ironi. Bukan ia yang tampil untuk kita. Kita yang tampil untuknya. Kitalah karakter minor, figuran tak penting yang sedang terpampang di layar yang terus berputar bahkan setelah bioskop tutup. Kita menyaksikan ia menghilang, padahal yang raib sebenarnya adalah ilusi tentang diri kita sendiri: nama, peran, luka-luka yang kita pelihara, semua runtuh dalam irama yang tak pernah ia mainkan, tetapi selalu kita dengar dalam kebisuan. Ketika layar akhirnya memudar, kita mengira ia telah pergi— padahal ego yang tersisa sebagai jejak bayangan dalam dunia yang sejak awal menonton kita dengan keheningan yang lebih tajam daripada sayatan pisau. Tirai menutup. Namun kesadaran tinggal menggantung di udara seperti debu perak seluloid: kering, dingin, tak bernama— persis seperti apa yang kita cari dan takutkan selama ini. 2022 - 2025”

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Author:Titon Rahmawan
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“CHARLIE IV (PARODY OF THE GREAT MACHINE) Di layar yang nyaris beku, Charlie muncul kembali— sebagai boneka kayu tersesat di antara deretan server yang mendengus seperti kawanan sapi menunggu disembelih. Ia menari, di atas platform data center. Dalam himpitan dingin yang lebih biadab dari salju Siberia. Langkah serupa bunyi retakan kecil— bisikan samar, seperti suara nadi manusia mencoba mengingat bahwa ia dulu pernah bernyawa. Di sebelahnya, mesin-mesin memandang gerak tubuh dengan mata merah yang seolah marah; mereka tidak tertawa, tidak menangis, tidak peduli apakah Charlie hendak menyeberang jurang atau sekadar mencari sisa makna dari hidupnya. Ia mengangkat tongkat. Mesin menganggap itu sebagai perintah. Seluruh kota listrik bergetar. Lampu-lampu kejang seperti iman sekarat dan nyaris mati. Matahari yang kehilangan alasan untuk bangun besok pagi. Charlie terguling ke tanah, menertawakan tubuhnya sendiri yang rapuh, dan untuk pertama kali ia tampak seperti orang yang benar-benar mengerti bahwa tragedi terbesar manusia bukanlah penderitaan— melainkan ketika rasa sakit kita diabaikan oleh entitas yang tidak mampu membedakan manusia dari kucing digital yang gagal di-render. Dan dalam gelap itu, ia menangis sejadi-jadinya dalam mulut yang tetap membisu: “Beginilah kiranya bila dunia menyerahkan martabatnya kepada mesin yang tak bisa merasa takut.” Lalu ia menghilang, seperti tab yang ditutup tanpa sengaja. November 2025”

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“CHARLIE V (THE LAST LAUGH OF THE COSMIC JESTER) Di akhir pertunjukan, Charlie muncul bukan sebagai manusia, bukan sebagai gelandangan, bukan sebagai politikus gagal, bukan buruh algoritma— melainkan sebagai bayangan yang memantul pada sebuah bejana di tengah gurun yang tidak punya sejarah. Ia berdiri di sana, dengan tubuh yang hampir tidak menyentuh tanah, seperti makhluk yang lupa apakah ia masih terikat gravitasi. Dari kejauhan, suara terompet perang dari masa lalu bergema: Alexander yang menaklukkan dunia, Caesar yang mencoba memerintah waktu, Napoleon yang jatuh karena kesombongannya Hitler yang mendadak gila— tapi semuanya terdengar seperti komedi murahan yang diputar di bioskop tanpa penonton. Charlie tersenyum. Ia tahu: bahkan para penakluk terbesar pun tidak lebih dari badut yang terlalu percaya diri di hadapan semesta yang tak pernah berniat menjelaskan apa pun. Ia merobek wajahnya— bukan sebagai tindakan mutilasi, melainkan sebagai bentuk meditasi paling radikal: tindakan anatta, pembubaran diri, pembakaran ego di dalam tungku sunyi yang menyala tanpa api. Di balik wajahnya, tidak ada apa-apa. Tidak ada identitas. Tidak ada “aku”. Hanya ruang hampa yang memantulkan kembali suara lolongan serigala ketakutan manusia dengan kejujuran yang memuakkan. Ia tertawa. Tawa itu bukan tawa seorang gelandangan, bukan tawa seorang politisi, bukan tawa pekerja pabrik— melainkan tawa aktor sejati yang telah melampaui semua peran yang pernah ia mainkan. Tawa itu menggetarkan pasir, menggoyang langit, mengusir kesadaran palsu yang dibangun oleh ribuan tahun peradaban. Dan saat gema terakhirnya memudar, Charlie berkata tanpa bibir, tanpa suara, tanpa bentuk: “Tidak ada yang lucu. Tidak ada yang ironis. Tidak ada yang tragis. Tidak ada yang suci. Tidak ada yang hina. Yang ada hanya kesadaran sedang belajar menertawakan dirinya agar ia tidak menjadi gila.” Lalu dunia runtuh. Diam. Kosong. Sunyi. Dan barulah kemudian— kita menyadari bahwa selama ini kitalah karakter yang ia tulis menjadi bahan lelucon. November 2025”

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Author:Titon Rahmawan
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“The revolutionary idea of contemporary art was that any object, any detail or fragment of the material world, could exert the same strange attraction and pose the same insoluble questions as were reserved in the past for a few rare aristocratic forms known as works of art. That is where true democracy lay: not in the accession of everyone to aesthetic enjoyment, but in the transaesthetic advent of a world in which every object would, without distinction, have its fifteen minutes of fame (particularly objects without distinction). All objects are equivalent, everything is a work of genius. With, as a corollary, the transformation of art and of the work itself into an object, without illusion or transcendence, a purely conceptual acting-out, generative of deconstructed objects which deconstruct us in their turn. No longer any face, any gaze, any human countenance or body in all this - organs without bodies, flows, molecules, the fractal. The relation to the 'artwork' is of the order of contamination, of contagion: you hook up to it, absorb or immerse yourself in it, exactly as in flows and networks. Metonymic sequence, chain reaction. No longer any real object in all this: in the ready-made it is no longer the object that's there, but the idea of the object, and we no longer find pleasure here in art, but in the idea of art. We are wholly in ideology. And, ultimately, the twofold curse of modem and contemporary art is summed up in the 'ready-made': the curse of an immersion in the real and banality, and that of a conceptual absorption in the idea of art.”

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Book:The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact
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“The danger of restorative nostalgia lies in its belief that the mutilated 'wholeness' of the body politic can be repaired. But the reflective nostalgic understands deep down that loss is irrecoverable: Time wounds all wholes. To exist in Time is to suffer through an endless exile, a successive severing from those precious few moments of feeling at home in the world. In pop terms, Morrissey is the supreme poet of reflective nostalgia.”

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Book:Retromania: Pop Culture's Addiction to Its Own Past
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“This is why, where art is concerned, the most interesting thing would be to infiltrate the spongiform encephalon of the modern spectator, For this is where the mystery lies today: in the brain of the receiver, at the nerve centre of this servility before 'works of art'. What is the secret of it? In the complicity between the mortification 'creative artists' inflict on objects and themselves, and the mortification consumers inflict on themselves and their mental faculties. Tolerance for the worst of things has clearly increased considerably as a function of this general state of complicity. Interface and performance - these are the two current leitmotifs. In performance, all the forms of expression merge - the plastic arts, photography, video, installation, the interactive screen. This vertical and horizontal, aesthetic and commercial diversification is henceforth part of the work, the original core of which cannot be located. A (non-) event like The Matrix illustrates this perfectly: this is the very archetype of the global installation, of the total global fact: not just the film, which is, in a way, the alibi, but the spin-offs, the simultaneous projection at all points of the globe and the millions of spectators themselves who are inextricably part of it. We are all, from a global, interactive point of view, the actors in this total global fact.”

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Book:The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact
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“I'm sure you're thinking, "Is she honestly trying to claim she was indoctrinated into the patriarchy due to JC (son of God) and JC (Chasez) being in cahoots to love-bomb us via Scripture and/or song, causing us to believe these unrealistic highly respectful wholesome men need to save us, thus grooming us to be deferential and 'save' ourselves for them?" Yes, yes, I am. I'm not sure it's working, but these are the things I think about in my spare time. Is this conspiracy more or less believable than blue balls? I digress.”

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Book:One in a Millennial: On Friendship, Feelings, Fangirls, and Fitting In
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“There had been an attempt over the summer to mix that Camden Lock lot with this Caldwell lot, but Keisha Blake did not especially care for Baudelaire or Bukowski or Nick Drake or Sonic Youth or Joy Division or boys who looked like girls or vice versa or Anne Rice or William Burroughs of Kafka's Metamorphosis or CND or Glastonbury or the Situationists or Breathless or Samuel Beckett or Andy Warhol or a million other Camden things, and when Keisha brought a wondrous Monie Love 7-inch to play on Leah's hi-fi there was something awful in the way Leah blushed and conceded it was probably OK to dance to. They had only Prince left, and he was wearing thin.”

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“The more I paid attention, the more I noticed just how often 'apathy,' 'lack of feeling,' and the word 'sociopath' were associated with evil. Everywhere. From celebrated books like East of Eden and The Sociopath Next Door to award-winning films like The Silence of The Lambs and American Psycho, the 'sociopath' character composite was almost exclusively reserved for the 'bad' guys (and girls). These one-dimensional portrayals weren't limited to fiction, either. Anytime there was a sensational crime that captured national attention, or a politician who displayed callous indifference for their constituents, even respected journalists would to jump to invoke a diagnosis of 'sociopathy.' This despite having no training or qualifications to do so.”

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Book:Sociopath
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“This is merely one of the sides of the conspiracy. The other side is that of the spectator who, for want of understanding anything whatever most of the time, consumes his own culture at one remove. He literally consumes the fact that he understands nothing and that there is no necessity in all this except the imperative of culture, of being a part of the integrated circuit of culture. But culture is itself merely an epiphenomenon of global circulation. The idea of art has become rarefied and minimal, leading ultimately to conceptual art, where it ends in the non-exhibition of non-works in non-galleries - the apotheosis of art as non-event. As a corollary, the consumer circulates in all this in order to experience his non- enjoyment of the works.”

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Book:The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact
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“In the last 10 years, we have seen a rise in selfishness: selfies, self-absorbed people, superficiality, self-degradation, apathy, and self-destruction. So I challenge all of you to take initiative to change this programming. Instead of celebrating the ego, let's flip the script and celebrate the heart. Let's put the ego and celebrity culture to sleep, and awaken the conscience. This is the battle we must all fight together to win back our humanity. To save our future and our children.”

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Book:Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
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“I kind of hate Nick right now, too, but there's someone else higher on my list, someone I hate more than Saddam Hussein and any asshole named Bush combined, hate more than that fuckhead who canceled 'My So-Called Life' and left me with a too-small boxed DVD set that does not answer the questions whether Angela and Jordan Catalano did it, or if Patty and Graham got a divorce, or if there really was something to all that lesbian subtext between Rayanne and Sharon.”

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Book:Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist
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