Luddites didn’t hate looms. They smashed looms because their bosses wanted to fire skilled workers, ship kidnapped Napoleonic War orphans north from London, and lock them inside factories for a decade of indenture, to be starved, beaten, maimed and killed.
Designing industrial machinery that’s “so easy a child can use it,” isn’t necessarily a prelude to child-slavery, but it’s not not a prelude to child-slavery, either.
The Luddites weren’t mad about what the machines did — they were mad at who the machines did it for and whom they did it to. The child-kidnapping millionaires of the Industrial Revolution said, “There is no alternative,” and the Luddites roared, “The hell you say there isn’t!”
Today’s tech millionaires are no different. Mark Zuckerberg used to insist that there was no way to talk to your friends without being comprehensively spied upon, so every intimate and compromising fact of your life could be gathered, processed, and mobilised against you.
He said this was inevitable, as though some bearded prophet staggered down off a mountain, bearing two stone tablets, intoning, “Zuck, thou shalt stop rotating thine logfiles, and lo, thou shalt mine them for actionable market intelligence.”
advertisement is so constant and everywhere i have to wonder if it even works anymore. im aware my bus stop probably has ads on it but i couldnt tell you what for. i hear 'this video is sponsored by' and i start skipping ahead until its over. u can probably argue theyre still getting in your brain by becoming part of the white noise but like idk man. im feelin really "when everything is ads, nothing is." right now.
This reminds me of a story from work - one time my boss messaged me about an upcoming work event:
"Seems like you'd be interested in this - want me to send you the details?" "Sure."
My boss then forwards me an email. I open it, and it contains a couple of lines describing the event, but no actual details.
Conversation resumes: "Hey - did you send me the right email? I don't see any details in there - where's the event being held?"
Boss, confused: "It looks like the right email to me - I'm seeing all the information. Weird."
Me, rereading the same two lines of text in the email half a dozen times, increasingly confused: "Where are you seeing the address?"
Boss: "The top right?"
I'm now utterly bewildered. Top right? Who describes a text-based email like that? I look at the top right of the text but it's just a basic intro sentence. It's almost like there should be an image...
And slowly, gradually, I become aware that there is an image. Not an attachment, mind, but an image in the body of the email, that's been occupying about a third of my screen through this entire exchange. It's a big colourful poster describing the event, with all the details in big bold text carefully placed in the most eye-catching locations, with lots of arrows pointing towards them in big bright colors. All of which scanned, to me, like an advertisement. And as a result, my brain had literally failed to percieve the image at all. It didn't even get to the stage of "huh, weird that there would be an ad in a work email" - no, my mind simply failed to acknowledge that the image was even there, at any conscious level.
I've never been so proud of my brain; I felt like the muad'dib of ignoring things.
She’s Right And She Should Say It.
They do this even for adult Men and women's clothes
And the fabric quality will in general be of lower quality and with more raw edges in women's/girl clothes









