I don't hate her personally, though if she were enough of a person to be worth such a strong emotion I think I easily could. What I hate is what she represents: the willingness of human beings to be reduced to a slick visual package, like a new television set—up-to-the-minute casing, same old works.

the happening world (8) Be Kind To Your Forfeited Friends - Stand on Zanzibar (1968)