I call alibi Ballard the mechanism by which some snobs, among whom I count myself *, to practice lifelong vacation (beach, sun and circus) we convince ourselves that we are actually doing cultural observation period **. Others, when eaten paella scented cream, enjoy it as pigs, period. But we do not, we are tourists worship. We know there is a close relationship between this experience, otherwise, super tacky, and mass tourism, speculation property or the aesthetics of cinema English custom of the sixties, and we know that napping under an umbrella or watching a sunset at the coast so urbanized are acts relating density social, historical and cultural as a sixteenth century Flemish tapestry . But others are not, because they are idiots, others always are, and have not read JG Ballard or anything of cultural theory.
friends snobs, I know you are legion (now you will say that you noooo), let's not bagpipes. Those in the towel next to share the same experience with the same intensity, and we also observed by corner of my eye thinking that they, they themselves are different. I'm going to Germany, because I have done in August in July, but I'll be watching: do the favor of getting very dark, eat paella with lots of sand and climb those great photos to Facebook, although a shit, time and snobs of the future will know them fair value.
* It is also a character trait of "we the snobs" we like to explain the jokes.
** Others who are not snobs but we like to say that they do for children, comes to the same thing. Instead of Ballard in this case we could talk about the alibi of the mat SpongeBob , but since I have kids I'm not sure how it manifests.
