Last one out, turn off the lights please.
Seriously, what the hell? When did we adults wake up and decide that dressing ourselves was impossibly complicated, we need help, and we're willing to pay for it? People in my generation remember snarking on Garanimals because that line featured matching animal labels which made it easier for harassed, exhausted parents to figure out what tops went with what bottoms. Ok, it's kind of stupid and juvenile but as it turns out people who used the little animal hints were freaking Daniel Boone carving out villages in the wilderness compared to today's bunch which apparently can't leave the house because- yes, I guess it's true- we don't know how to dress at all anymore.
Never mind "First World Problems." This is next-level, people. We need to be able to project pants and shirts onto our bodies before we purchase them- and, no doubt, get some AI to assure us that we won't be laughed at when we leave the house wearing our purchases. Because thirty years of the internet and twenty years of iPhones and online shopping have left our ability to navigate through everyday life in the gutter.
We don't cook anymore- there's fast food and FACTOR and DoorDash for that. We don't drive anymore- the cars basically do that themselves, and this is JUST as I got used to using Maps and Garmin for directions. We don't read anymore- why read, when you can Watch? Choosing an outfit to wear in public five days a week (pajamas are fine Saturdays, Sundays and for plane trips) was just the next little job for Something Else to Do For Us.
Doomed. We are doomed.
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