Today I’ve read a lenghty article from Lettre Internation about the inherent sadness of social media. The individual, so the article, gets a glossy image of the world around her, and the more she tries to keep up with the Joneses, the more she fails, because there is no such 24/7 service provided by individuals. A rat race of vanities eventually drives people into melancholy.
The interesting point here is that melancholy doesn’t only hit the receiver, but the sender, too. The short joy of gaining and arousing attention is basically a chemical reaction, induced by the industry which eventually makes its money with our emotions. In the end the social media user has no chance to succeed: even if you get a lot of followers, there will be somebody else with even more followers, and since you never know if this other one did buy an army of bot followers, your fight for fame is a lonely one. Burnout is one of the symptoms threatening your social media career.
A blast from the past, or: is anybody remembering David Cameron? The guy who fought porn, oh, and he was Prime Minister, too? David Cameron’s Internet porn war won’t put women off watching it – quelle surprise – because ladies are looking (for) porn, too! Nice news article. And when both men and women are looking for porn, and some governments are building up firewalls that will prevent exactly that – what will happen?
The revival of the printed porn magazine! So retro, so cool again! Continue reading
Oh yes, that last one. Advertsiments! Evil, evil. But if I want to have that stream filled with porn, I have to take some additional content from somewhere. Since most of my visitors are searching for images anyway, I guess that’s okay. If not: hey, it’s cost-free for you, so take it like a man.