Word: capitalistically
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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About that plot: it is simple and clichéd, but intentionally so. Two internet start-ups compete in a game-show-like competition sponsored by a venture capitalist. The company with the most website hits at the end of the month wins a fat check. Veg-E-Tech, the creation of the play’s clumsy but affable hero Evan Fuzzy (played by Keshet), must triumph over rival Cold Hard Machinations or else face downsizing or, even worse, bankruptcy. To round out the self-mockingly predictable plot, a sappy romance is tossed in. Evan falls for Jennifer...
Before you sell your soul in order to become a cog in the capitalist machine, you might consider strapping on your six-shooter and carving out your own interdiciplinary realm in a still-fertile fielda of science. But you had better hurry, as we humans feel it is our sacred duty to explore and conquer all that is unknown in what might be considered a scientific Manifest Destiny. So if you want to get yourself your own little homestead, well you had better hitch up the wagon before The West becomes domesticated, and riddled with post offices...
...just as the commune’s members force Elizabeth to question her routine, she forces them to question theirs. Would a television really be so terrible? Is children’s heroine Pippi Longstocking really a bourgeois capitalist? And if so, does it matter so much? By the time Stefan and Tet start picketing for hot dogs, we feel their pain: No one can live off of chickpeas forever. Elizabeth, with her cheesy music and relatively conventional wisdom, has forced her new friends to think not about what should make them happy, but what does make them happy. Perhaps...
...Will we be the America that our enemies—the bin Ladens and Iranian mullahs, the fascist despots of Beijing and the tinpot tyrants of the Third World—enjoy painting us as, the champion of depravity and crass materialism, of corporate bottom lines and gaudy, hyper-capitalist excess, the America whose culture drowns in a sea of sadism and sensuality? Or will we be the America of our own fondest dreams, the champion of liberty at home and abroad, the nation whose commercial zeal is tempered by faith, hope and charity? The choice, for better or worse...
...Some called it the capitalist equivalent of sinking a 30-foot putt for a triple bogey, and merely shook their heads. But the same technical-minded folks who hate the sight of a downward staircase were feeling mighty good about the spike at the bottom of the three-day slide. To them, it looked like the sellers had gotten tired of selling, tired of assuming the worst about corporate earnings and capital investment, tired of worrying about how far consumer confidence will have fallen when the first post-disaster reports hit the Street. Tired of fear...