One never knows when looking at photos from the Burning Man festival.
Hardly discernible, right? Only SL, although offensively artificial, isn’t half as pretentious as the artificial wannabe utopic society of Burning Man.
Not that much of a difference, is it?
Only that in SL we are like that each and every fukn day while the patrons of Burning Man, the self-proclaimed “burners”, are all super established professionally verklemmt carreer women, going crazy once a year … paying an entrance fee for the experience and staying in the little area where they are shepherded to their respective parking lots.
Ladies, buy a little van, throw some old mattress and a lot of beer in it, drive somewhere remote and go boondocking on BLM land or national park and have the same experience, only totally self-reliant and in perfect quiet and stillness. Don’t like the silence? Crank up your stereo, you won’t disturb nobody. Don’t like to do it solo? Take your bestest buddies and party up the woods or beach or desert. It’s so easy and you can have it every fukn day! And you can wear bikini or less as much as you fancy!