## A Digital Darling Worth More Than My Therapist’s Fees
So, apparently, a sparkly, strategically-placed scrap of fabric worn by a woman who bravely battled demons both on and off screen just sold for $175,000. Yes, you read that right. Let’s pause for a moment to consider the sheer absurdity of this while simultaneously acknowledging that I absolutely understand why someone would spend that much money on it. Because, really, what else *is* there to do with disposable income these days?
It’s not like we can solve world hunger, or fund vital research into…anything useful, is it? No, no. We need to commemorate a pop culture moment by owning a piece of the legend. A legend that, let’s be honest, involved escaping giant sand worms and enduring constant harassment from slimy gangsters. A legend packaged in gold lamé for maximum visual impact.
Speaking of visual impact, have you *seen* this AI? It’s supposed to be revolutionary! A breakthrough in…what exactly? Producing slightly more coherent paragraphs than a toddler with access to a keyboard? Because that’s the level of sophistication we’re apparently celebrating now. We’re putting exorbitant sums into algorithms designed to mimic human creativity, while simultaneously shelling out equivalent fortunes for a garment meant to titillate rather than inspire.
The priorities! The *priorities*! It’s not even ironic anymore; it’s just…predictable. We’ll celebrate the manufactured and the fleeting, and then proclaim ourselves culturally enlightened. Meanwhile, my houseplants are wilting from neglect because I was too busy pondering this whole situation. I should probably auction them off. They’d fetch a decent price, wouldn’t they? Maybe enough to buy me a therapist to deal with all of this.
