The impossibility of rediscovering an absolute level of
the real is of the same order as the impossibility of staging
illusion. Illusion is no longer possible, because the real is
no longer possible.
- Jean Baudrillard What I want, in short, is that my (mobile) image, buffeted among a thousand shifting photographs, altering with situation and age, should always coincide with my (profound) "self"; but it is the contrary that must be said: "myself" never coincides with my imageà - Roland Barthes |
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![]() Along with this practice of aestheticizing the self comes the issue of authenticity: How do we know that what we're seeing on the Web is the "real" McCoy? Well, we don't. But neither should we necessarily be concerned that we don't. Personal Web pages are no different than RL when it comes to simulation of the displaced transcendental signified. We are always necessarily inauthentic, in the "meta" realm. We are always necessarily many selves at once, though we may not as easily recognize the mediating tools of self-construction as we do when we create our selves on the Web. Still, the Web self is often positioned somewhere between RL and MUDs, for instance, where "you are what you pretend to be" (Sherry Turkle). Deprived of the anonymity a MUD provides, so many personal Web pages seem to try to walk a fine line between RW truth and VW fiction, bouncing back and forth in that liminal zone between the two, and either reveling in the play involved or despairing of the inescapability of the situation. ![]() ![]()
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