Uniqueness = Conforming to be different

 I don't even know what a unique thought is anymore. Everything I see that's "art" or "philosophy" (which more often turns out to be more like bumper-sticker philosophy) usually ends up being a regurgitation of something someone has heard somewhere else, and, has impacted them in such a way that they feel the need to repeat it, or rephrase it, to re-impart it's message. I fear that each unique thing I see was once just some sarcastic joke someone told their friends which was taken way too seriously for it's own good. I feel that our government, our language (lol capitalization and structure), our clothing, our TV shows and movies are all rehashed bar conversations made to be something suitable for mass consumption by an army of scientists asking control groups stupid questions, over and over, until they find something that a group of 20 or so random jackass fat Americans find capable of jamming down their throat for prolonged periods of time. UNIQUE!?!?  WHAT IS UNIQUE NOW?!?!?