I swear to God it’s not social media, it’s sociopathic media. They tell us it’s a place to connect, but I didn’t realize how many absolute assholes were waiting in the lobby with name tags and two followers. I used to believe we’d evolved past the animals : we’ve got thumbs, Wi-Fi, and entire careers based solely on leisure. I don’t hunt, gather, or protect anyone. I tell jokes. That’s my contribution to the tribe. As artists, we put ourselves out there, vulnerable on purpose, hoping to make people laugh or think or feel a little less alone. I always thought that made us better, more evolved. Then I read the comments. Nothing original. Same recycled bile, different usernames. At that point you realize we didn’t evolve : we just gave the cavemen keyboards and called it progress.
How does putting yourself out there online change the way you experience connection: or does it feel like we’re all just yelling in the bears cave?