It’s still amazing IMO.
A real laserdisc on your wall feels like a genuine statement piece, as if you’re into classic movies and old tech in a totally unironic way.
The beauty of this CR-R is that it’s modelled after a completely normal and cheap as hell blank disc that came in spindles of 100 that you’d be slapping your MP3s on, and scribbling labels over with black marker pen.
It’s beauty is the surreal and absurd larger-than-life tribute to a completely boring and everyday item.
You just have to ask yourself “If it was a daughter asking her mother for personal grooming advice, would things seem different?” and if the answer is ‘yes’ then it’s easy to recognise there might be a double standard there in society which maybe shouldn’t exist.