The younger generation! Mutter, mumble. End of civilisation. Grr. Stutter. Apoplectic rage!
Apparently there is a thing called Tik-Tok which has nothing to do with good old clocks with hands and clockwork mechanisms and certainly nothing to do with spelling.
No. this tik-tok is apparently a place for the young to display their vacuity and addiction to the trivial by posting short video movies showing the mundanity of their sad lives. And like the pandemic it respects no borders.
Thailand, a country I love is no longer the land of tuk-tuks, the motorized samlors used to transport the denizens of the capital to the next temple. Tuk-tuks are being forced out in favour of tik-toks.
Latest example to hit the detritus of modern communication and life enhancement is hordes of the sad offspring of the loins of the good people of Bangkok venturing into branches of some outfit with the non-traditional Thai name of Burger King and request an off-menu item by the equally non-traditional name of a Real Cheeseburger.
This is purportedly a food item. It isn't a burger and it isn't real. It consists of a slightly sweet bread bun with the consistency of a sponge cake, in which rests in peace the contents of one or two packets of pre-sliced industrial paste mysteriously described as cheese, in defiance of etymology, renneculture and common sense.
The object of this exercise is neither nutrition nor the pursuit of gustatory satisfation but to video oneself consuming said item in order to prove oneself beyond a doubt to be as big a moron as your peers. Success in this venture will lead to hordes of people you've never met and never will meet voting to 'like' you. No one else will. The most successful not only get liked but get followed, resulting in some cult-like disciple ritual and you become a messiah of shallowness.
Mutter, mumble. Bring back flogging! A spell of conscription is what they need! Off with their heads!
Image found via Tuk-Tuk, reposted on weChat
