Back in the 70s/80s, Jefferson Ave/Lake Shore Drive in Michigan’s wealthiest of the Grosse Pointes - GP Farms, GP Woods, and GP Shores - was in a pathetic condition.
Yes, smart ass, the street is to the left in this image.

That’s the GP Yacht Club in the background.
It stayed that way for years, while the county and state argued over who was responsible for the sorely needed repairs.
It finally got so bad, a buncha the rich ladies who lived nearby got together and purchased asphalt, big metal buckets, and traffic cones. They set up the cones, and set to work. Using garden trowels to lay the asphalt into the potholes and over the rough areas, they shamed and spurred The Powers What Am into real action.
Within a week of this brilliant collective action, actual road crews were out, supplementing the women’s work. Within a year, more crews showed up and the whole street was ground way down and replaced. Traffic islands were added or improved, and many more trees were planted.
It was a pain in the arse tryinta use Jefferson during the looong road work. Still, no one ever complained, except to accurately point out that proper maintenence would’ve prevented the need for such drastic measures.
One step closer to Snow Crash.
Can we not do that, please? I’d like to hard pass.
Reality sounds like cyberpunk just weirder…
It’s always weirder.
I imagine the currywurst was helped by volkswagen’s not lying about its emissions.
I hear that company bowed to Nazis. They curried favor with the worst.
Sometimes research is published with a title that promises weird shit and then ends up being pretty mundane (such as Lawnmowers Versus Children: The Devastation Continues ). Other times the interesting weird shit is hiding behind a relatively normal title (like Stimulus and hormonal determinants of flehmen behavior in cats, although that title is still semi-weird and I mostly wanted to type the word flehmen ).
Occasionally, though, you get the rare double whammy: A title that immediately tells you that you’re in for a treat, and then an article that just gets weirder and weirder until it approaches theoretical maximum potential levels of fuckshit bonkers . This one falls squarely in that last category and it’s a doozy .
Let’s set the stage with a few quick facts about the article. First: This was published in the prestigious Journal of Internal Medicine , which was founded in fucking 1863 and consistently scores in the top 20 most cited medical journals, meaning some people took this very seriously. Second: “Digital” in this case means “with their finger-guns” as opposed to a rectal robo-massage, which would actually somehow be less weird but also makes me think those people should maybe not have taken this so seriously.
However, I always try to start reading these things with the benefit of the doubt, so let me review what I personally know about hiccups and see if any of whatever the hell this shit is matches up with that.