The future belongs to her

A little meditation on a extremely annoying theorist I once met in passing...who was very sure that the future belonged to her.

Dedicated, with real affection, to those futurists who attempt to predict coming events to the best of their ability, regardless of who their prophecies might offend. And, with perhaps less affection, to those consultants who tell their clients only what they want to hear.

Plus, maybe, a little speculation on the capacity of ideology to blind us to peril.

And, finally, perhaps, some thoughts on the long term effects of the automation of white collar professions.