Who do i think i am?

In this whole fiasco about the fourth industrial revolution, getting future-fit with tech skills and the rave about learning how to code, I'm making a conscious decision to remain in the past. If I'm to be understood as a machine/computer by much of the thinking of the 4.0 IR then I would like to be counted as one of those computers whose software upgrade did not take. In a couple of years, I will be outdated and, I'm fine with that. I don't even think about my processing of this is at all revolutionary, bloomers probably felt this way when the global socio-economic structures began morphing in the 70s-80s. Perhaps this is how I stop using 'smartness' to justify my existence, maybe. Lovingly, Inolofatseng, an anti-millennial millennial. 

I fell into the rabbit hole of pop culture and found myself listening to the new Beyonce album while writing the literature review for my thesis. I am not even capable of simultaneously listening to music and writing but here we are, Beyonce has activated this latent skill within me. Sure, I am rhythmically wiggling in my seat as I write, but it is totally without my consent.  Because you see, these lyrics are adding to capitalist black feminism discourse, which I am obviously on the opposite pole of.  My enjoyment of 'Renaissance' is a delicious irony as I write about social and economic sustainability, from a leftist perspective, of urban renewal projects. I would be feeling a good dose of internal conflict if I hadn't resigned myself to the gloomy fact that I, indeed am an anti-capitalist consumer of capitalist content, and to a small degree, lifestyles.  Being in congruence sure feels nice.