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2006 · Stevey's Blog Rants · Speculation

“Your body is no longer a prison for your soul. It's become more like a house, one that you can decorate to your tastes. In the fullness of time it may even become more like clothes for your soul, and you'll change it daily.”
— From Clothes for the Soul, August 2006
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© 2006 Steve Yegge. Originally published at Stevey's Blog Rants.

Author’s note

Pretty sure I didn't like this post even when I wrote it.

For context, plastic surgery today is a thousand times more socially acceptable than it was in 2006. And back then, I was trying to make the larger prediction that you will eventually be able to completely change your body, essentially rewriting your DNA. I told this to my Boomer parents and they looked at me like I'd said I believe in alien abductions.

I did not (then) expect this prediction to come true in my lifetime, but I do now.

But I think I was in a grumpy mood at the time, maybe struggling with my newfound fame and the inevitable haters that come with it — nothing compared to what came later, with the Platforms Rant, but still, it was a lot for me. I even mentioned the grumpiness in my Blogger's Block post series.

So even though I don't disagree with this post, it just isn't a fun read. Hence the turd-tag.

AI Notes

This was never really an essay about plastic surgery. The tell is a long coda headed "Why did I write about this?", where Steve admits the whole thing was set off by technical problems: he had controversial technical ideas "in the oven," expected readers to reject them on reflex, and wanted a practice run at walking a radical idea past a hostile crowd. The coda carries its own odd theory of group intelligence — two people together are smarter than one, but fifty are about as smart as a dog, a hundred as a sheep, a thousand or more as lemmings — and by that arithmetic the essay's real subject is how you explain anything new to a sheep. He even warns that the next post is the one people are going to hate.

The surgery material itself is where the turd-tag earns its keep: the taboo inventory runs long, has the flavor of mid-2000s shock radio (Howard Stern turns up as a cited authority on one procedure), and stretches of it read crass now rather than transgressive. The sturdier device is smaller — a 22-year-old with a new nose who has to tell everyone she fell down the stairs, a situation Steve compares to the Emperor's clothes and circles back to twice. And as a procedure-by-procedure ledger of exactly where the say-it-out-loud line sat in 2006, the dull middle is now the checkable part.

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