Excuse the clothes, I’ve got a funeral to go to

Back when I was at university I remember being told that one of those French Twats, probably Baudrillard or some cunt, had tried to claim that Michael Jackson represented some kind of postmodern essence though his radical transgression of boundaries, his successful blurring of distinctions between male-female, black-white, natural-synthetic, human-alien etc. within his own body. Perhaps something good may come of Michael’s tragic demise in that these smug, pompous arseholes might now shut the fuck up, at least for a day or two. RIP postmodernism? Christ, I hope so.