I always feel dumbfounded whenever I encounter the typically American conviction that you can mess with your body in any way you want, fill it with all kinds of garbage, interfere with natural processes to your heart’s content, and then just go back to whatever was there before if you change your mind. I can’t even imagine the degree to which you need to be alienated from your body to think this way.
The ease with which people stuff themselves – and what’s really tragic their miserable children – with drugs, medications, substances, all sorts of crap – in a conviction that bodies are as infinitely malleable and renewable as a plastic toy you buy at Walmart shows that the Capital has taken full possession even of their relationship with their physicality.
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