Doppelgangerbanger

You may have seen An American Family back in the 70s. Everyone will have their 15 minutes of fame according to Andy Warhol. While you might be loath to invite the kind of scrutiny that the Louds received, you would be hard put to find someone who wouldn’t like to become a phenomenon even if it requires airing some dirty laundry. Imagine a producer from Tik Tok or You Tube snapping their fingers as you approach. Next thing you know you’re signing up for insurance with the SAG-AFTRA and you’re getting wired for sound. No matter that you’re a tremulous neurotic counterphobic para-literary who has been writing Sufferings of Young Werther Letter to a Young Poet, A Season in Hell Flowers of Evil type poems on paper napkins in diners for all of your extended adolescence. You may even warn your director of the problem  at the start. No series about you is going to be able to compete with The Apprentice. You may see a rye smile crossing the face of your biographer who might not have told you that you’re in an episode of The Twilight Zone that ended up on the cutting room floor about a country (really a civilization) whose citizens are all the stars of their own TV programs. You didn’t have to write the great American novel or become an improbable candidate for president. It’s value free and like the census everyone in this iteration of the world is gifted both with their life and the production in which they act it out for the audience of all the other people whose existences have been dramatized. You may think there aren’t enough monitors to accommodate the demand, but literally everywhere you go walls are filled with images of lives which have been made into series whose subscription exceeds anything on Netflix or Amazon Prime.

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