But then maybe Baudrillard does have a point because, to be honest, I'm kinda like "Last Friday Night Did Not Take Place" because all I remember is waking up on Saturday with the taste of gin in my mouth. Even though I was allegedly out until 6am. For this, I blame postmodernism.
Postmodernism can be a real cunt like that.
For example, in HBO's brilliant Game Change, Julianne Moore plays Sarah Palin in the middle of her 2008 campaign. At one point in the film 'Sarah Palin', as played by Julianne Moore, is watching Tina Fey playing Sarah Palin on Saturday Night Live.
Got it? So there's me watching Moore-as-Palin watching Fey-as-Palin.
Moore-as-Palin is the "real" Palin. Fey-as-Palin is just Fey-as-Palin (because this is Game Change I'm watching. If, however, I were just watching a clip of SNL with Fey-as-Palin on YouTube, Fey would be the "real" Palin)
Then you remember that Moore-as-Palin is of course not the real Palin and all of the real media have, in recent months, been comparing Moore-as-Palin to Fey-as-Palin and doing things like asking the real Palin which she prefers.
Asking the real Palin which of the two she prefers naturally conjures up the image of the real Sarah Palin watching Game Change and therefore the image of the real Palin watching Moore-as-Palin as the fictional "real" Palin watching the real Fey-as-Palin as the fictional Fey-as-Palin.
Thank god someone didn't film the real Sarah Palin watching this because if she ever watched herself watching that back there would pretty much be an infinite regress of Sarah Palins at varying levels of fictionality like gun-totin' Russian dolls AT WHICH POINT MY HEAD WOULD EXPLODE.
You can see why I needed that gin.
Oh, by the way - if Sarah Palin says something like 'Evolution Did Not Take Place' she's not being all postmodern like me and Baudrillard. She's being a fucking moron.