I’ve seen a massive crowd line up around the block to watch an internet-fueled hologram of an anime girl sing. I’ve seen a packed auditorium erupt into a wild cheer for a text-to-speech voice that said: “Hello Seattle.” I’ve seen our present day, in all its bracing cyberpunk wonder, at Hatsune Miku’s live concert at…
Many women today walk around attached to some sort of technology: an iPhone, a Fitbit, a mech suit, a headset. In 2016's digitally-addicted world, it’s nearly impossible to meet a woman who isn’t either listening to music or a body pillow—clearly, a function of our internet-obsessed society.
On Saturday, I watched a not-particularly-realistic 2D projection of a teenaged girl in teal pigtails singing in a computer-generated voice mesmerize a concert hall packed with teens. For two hours. And it was actually pretty fucking amazing.
This is it, people. This is what we've been fighting for all along. Equal representation for virtual pop stars and holograms on television. Hatsune Miku on Letterman! WE MADE IT.