There is a force unrivaled in social media. The validity of your relationships, the quality of your life, and the sheer recognition of your existence lies solely on your internet presence. In the palm of our hands lies instant gratification at best, and the source of our despair at its worst. Both venerable and oppressive, still we succumb, in hopes of this quantified acknowledgement that we exist.
The internet could be this bountiful resource, and yet we’ve damned it to our petty reaffirmation.
Regular people now have platforms to speak and share perspectives and yet overwhelmingly, we uppercut this potential by recreating the exhausting and overdone Kardashian eyebrow. There’s no doubt that individuality has a niche, but thanks to influencer culture, we don’t get to indulge without taking it with a grain of salt. The internet could be this bountiful resource, and yet we’ve damned it to our petty reaffirmation.
No different than victims of bullying finding police academies to avenge themselves, there’s social media: where those bullies go to post pictures of the hamsa on flowers and get accolades for being so gentle. Gone are the warnings of not talking to strangers from the 00’s. We’re all in, sharing locations, live feeding our every move to people with beautiful pictures. Despite horror stories and statistics, in the wake of all genders being lured to abuse and death through social media and dating platforms, clout has become coercion. Popularity is phrased as a promise, thinly veiled as a compromise.
We are forgetting that we are real people when we put our phones down.
Even in the face of a call to action to out popular people in positions of power (say that three times, fast) I’ve witnessed first hand the amount of people willing to turn their head. The value of still getting to be friends with those people, and still benefit from knowing those people, over protecting people who speak up solely came down to who was more popular. In a society where we’ve made hot button phrases out of “believe women”, I witnessed all those “believe women” sharers insist on believing the hype, instead.
We are willing to chase the dragon into the sun so long as our follower count will come with. Peoples lives are being dictated by clout culture. We are forgetting that we are real people when we put our phones down. It takes courage to remember your self worth in this society. The courage It takes cannot be double tapped or reaffirmed.
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