A woman told me today that two-thirds of Quebec high school students believe there is a cure for HIV/AIDS—and why shouldn’t they? It’s the most logical reaction to have when we live in a world in which there is a cure for everything:
- When you mistype, you can delete; when you are done, you can uninstall; when the computer has a crisis, you can reboot.
- When you are depressed, anxious, manic, ADHD, OCD, or otherwise mentally unbalanced, you can medicate.
- When you get fat, you can go to the gym, take appetite suppressants, get liposuction, get your stomach stapled.
- When you menstruate, you can get the pill; when you get pregnant, you can abort; when you hit menopause, you can replace the hormones.
- When you get old, you can get surgery or use wrinkle creams.
- When you get married, you can get divorced.
My point is that these attitudes view our bodies, our lives, our psyches to be chalkboards that can simply be wiped clean and started over on, as if we had no memory and these things did not leave lasting impacts on us. They do, and we don’t get to edit ourselves later on.