The world has shrugged off the last, tattered remnants of decency like an old coat no longer worth mending. There was once a time—not even so long ago—when actors, singers, and assorted entertainers occupied the lower rungs of the social ladder. Their opinions were treated with the seriousness of the screeching noise cars make when a traffic light turns red: loud, momentarily distracting, but ultimately irrelevant. No one cared what the jester thought of matters of state.
But somewhere along the way, something curdled. We became celebrity-obsessed, drunk on the illusion that fame equals wisdom. A few decades back, the rot was already setting in—porn starlets began to be treated as minor celebrities, their notoriety crossing into polite conversation. One might have assumed, naively, that those performing their most intimate acts for the camera would keep a low profile, retreating from the public glare. How wrong I was.
Today, this phenomenon has gone into overdrive. Being an OnlyFans “creator” has become a badge of honor, a status symbol flaunted without shame. People now boast of their OF credentials with the kind of pride once reserved for academic degrees or military honors. And the maddening thing is: this isn’t “crazy” in the clinical sense. It’s entirely logical within the degraded value system we’ve built. This is what happens when a civilization hands the microphone to its court fools and then starts quoting them as sages.
Idiocracy is not some speculative dystopian premiere; it’s a historical rerun. It has happened before, and every time it did, it dragged once-great civilizations down with it. The cycle has turned again, and we are merely the latest audience watching the same grim performance, mistaking the clowns for kings.