Biagetti's critique of Borgen cuts with too broad a stroke.
Any fiction is necessarily both a fairy castle and a Fish Kit. Anyone can look at it and say that it would never work in the real world, that the fish is dead and never again will it swim the open seas.
Alternatively, one could suspend disbelief, and imagine the fish whole, alive, a sleek shadow stealing bait. To refuse to do so, as Biagetti does, is to miss out on far more than just countless works of Art.
That said, within his circumlocomotive tirade, its best criticism is also one of Borgen's, that which targets over-work. From insecure professionals to the accreditation paper chase foisted upon our youth, to the converged life of media, persona, and income, to this hyper-prolix essay itself by Biagetti, too many view this as an unavoidable condition of Modernity.
Wherefore this uber-work? Is it Ambition? Where mere life, liberty, and property have been subsumed into status? Is it the Fear of missing out? Where an imagined dystopia of bright-lined have-nots and haves will reign, and we absolutely must strive to be on the right side? Or is it just some Lump of Labour fallacy? Wherein a complex world with many ways to thrive is lost to our ignorance and has passed from unimaginable to unthinkable?
These are dangerous times, when our more political nature seems to dominate. When using our imagination is derided as unrealistic. And when the future is seen not as a beacon, but rather a cattle chute.