Postmodernism (or postmodernity if you choose and you have that choice unless someone of course tells you otherwise, then I'm afraid you have no choice at all, unless you disagree) is, gosh-a-gory, all over the place nowadays, whether you like it or not (personal taste notwithstanding). The baggie within the baggie, if you will (and you have the will, unless of course you feel - or are told by an expert- that the whole s/he-bang is laid out for you by some sort of faceless destiny spewing machine/lifeform and/or assorted miscellaneous entity{ies}, then you do not have the will, or are generally wrong), is a fine example of the postmodern aesthetic (or anti-aesthetic, if you will, or aestheticless aesthetic, or just poor taste which is wholly subjective, etc...). Like the iron-on of a white t-shirt ironed-on to a white t-shirt, it (the example of a post-modern example) is a many headed, many tongued chimera of convolutions and lies, generally crafted (or randomly generated) by (yes!) Dim-witted theorists, to lend a philosophic air of (academic merged with street) credibility to the otherwise vapid, empty and generally bankrupt idea that opinion is an exact science worthy of detailed study. In reality with no quotation marks, a baggie in a baggie is kinda cool for a few minutes and that's it.