America's fascination with blond (be it real or fake) bombshell had been a cornerstone of our culture for some time. The male's pubescent coronation would not be complete with out a magazine collection or website cache full of blondes. And their female counterparts aspire to be in the magazines. In those magazine and website caches you will find everything that typifies American culture, laid out before you; and your imagination can remain in its dormant, decomposing state.
There is no subtlety here. Nothing left to the imagination. Which should come as no real surprise. Subtlety and American culture do not mesh. Not in any way shape or form. We like our burgers BIG, in your face. We like our TV shows thoughtless. We like our houses to look like our neighbor's. We like labels on our possessions. We are obsessed with possessions. In fact, it has been often deemed, that less thinking is BETTER.
The whole idea of using our imaginations to tap an landscape that exists beyond the surface of our immediate viewpoint, is something that eludes us. The internet has enabled the speed of this phenomenon to be amplified. With every passing second, images explode onto peoples' technology of choice. The imagination being sucked out of our collective sub-conscience at speeds never imagined. The costs, untold, and escalating at a pace which may ultimately become light like.
Let me set the record straight. Kate Upton is not the cause of this demise. Nor are her predecessors in area blond bombshell thermo dynamics. Rather, they serve as the most acute symptom of a distinctively American sickness.
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