Satire's Golden Age

We are living in a bizarro timeline where satire and authenticity are homogenous and indistinguishable, such that the former is wholly effortless, and I worry that satire-as-an -artform is soon to be lost to the sands of time. I recently watched We Like Sportz, a mere 11 years old, and it already feels a little forced and somewhat out of place amongst today’s ultra-meta satirical landscape (although I still think it’s hilarious).

Perhaps the barrier for legitimately excellent satire is simply much higher, now it is easier to come by in mediocrity… Maybe if I ever get round to writing my novel, it’ll be a caricaturish magnum opus. Did I mention I’m reading Infinite Jest?