What a long, strange trip it's been, from apeman to hydrocarbon man. Is it time we humans aped Donald Trump and named a geological age after ourselves? I can see the argument laid out in this essay, but don't we already know we're masters of the universe? I don't see how making it official is going to advance a greater ethos for the planet.
Rather, as human life becomes increasingly techno-gadgetized and accessorized, what I think we'll see is a yearning for a simpler time, something along the lines of this classic, which spoke to the anxieties of a different era.
