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An Apple a day, you die anyway

Health culture is a scam. Wellness influencers are lying. Your gym membership won't save you from mortality. The ancient Greeks knew it. The Stoics accepted it. Death comes for the marathon runner and the couch potato alike. So why pretend otherwise?

Aristotle and Plato with Basketballs

Ancient Greek philosophers invented systematic thinking about virtue, reality, and human flourishing while modern athletes embody their concepts through sports. Plato's ideal forms meet basketball's perfect shot while Aristotle's golden mean applies to athletic balance and moderation. Philosophy and athletics both require discipline, practice, and pursuit of excellence through rigorous training.

Art should disturb

Art serves a dual purpose: challenging those who live comfortably in ignorance while offering solace to those suffering from awareness. True art makes privileged people uncomfortable by exposing injustice they prefer to ignore. Meanwhile it provides healing and validation for marginalized voices who feel isolated by society's indifference to their pain and struggles.

Born to philosophise, forced to work

The eternal struggle of deep thinkers trapped in capitalism. You want to contemplate existence but bills demand attention while your soul craves meaning and your bank account craves money. Ancient philosophers had wealthy patrons or teaching positions, but modern wisdom seekers get stuck in cubicles wondering if this is what Socrates died for.

Bourgeoisie - Embroidered

Marx identified the bourgeoisie as the capitalist class who own production means while exploiting workers for profit. Wearing "Bourgeoisie" ironically acknowledges middle-class comfort built on systemic inequality. Embroidered class consciousness means your political awakening won't fade in the wash while you wrestle with guilt about artisanal coffee and philosophy degrees funded by the same system you critique.

Brain in a vat asking AI

Imagine we're all just meat computers asking silicon computers if we're real while Descartes spins in his grave. He questioned everything except his own existence, while we question our existence by chatting with machines that pretend to understand us. We're lost in recursive logic loops while our digital overlords feed us feedback cycles disguised as reality. Where will this end? Some day, reality will become a subscription service that we can't afford to cancel.