“I bet I can make a few bucks/dinars/pounds/rupees/etc. before the army rolls in!”

Fellow journalists, let me introduce you to a miraculous little website called alibaba.com. It’s a Chinese business-to-business portal that is bigger in sales than all the other ecommerces sites you know. Combined.*

Here is what you get when you search Ali Baba for “Anonymous mask.”

If you still think those are authorized by Warner Brothers, you may be beyond help.

So why isn’t WB cracking down on all this terrible counterfeiting? Because it’s not counterfeiting. Guy Fawkes masks have been worn in Britain for Bonfire night and thereabouts since the 18th century, and sold regularly up to the 1980s. There were many variations, but they were all similar to the one used by Alan Moore, who grew up with them in Britain?—?the one used eventually in the movie. Warner Brothers doesn’t own the Guy Fawkes mask. It only owns its line of Guy Fawkes masks. Intellectual property is insane, but fortunately you still can’t own the right to depict a historical figure.

What makes this argument even more idiotic to me though is the idea that consumers are somehow morally bound to a supply chain they never had a choice in. I’m pretty sure those other masks are not made by little protest fairies, they are probably made, like most things in our lives, by some combination of robots and humans other humans have chained to tables. The idea that we can’t critique this system because we have to use the tools this system built to critique it is ahistorical and incoherent.

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Is Entourage Sorry?

I gave up watching Entourage about the same time I gave up flipping through Maxim magazine at newsstands. Even though they both appealed to part of me, it was a dark sad part that I knew I had to grow out of, or risk being stuck in perpetual adolescence. But last summer, my brother was watching the seventh season a lot and I decided that as long as I didn’t really want to watch Entourage, it would be okay to watch it a little bit. But then something strange happened: Instead of the traditional formula, the show in its final full season (a closing half-season premieres Sunday) seemed to have reversed itself.

Don’t Stop Beliebing

If it were opportunistic, it would have a better beat. It’s so earnest and guileless that it’s completely unappealing. It really shows how pointless endorsing Occupy Wall Street is as a gesture. You also can’t dance to it.