Hey write.as, I said whatcha doin' with that post in your hand
I must admit having spent most of my life unable to imagine it ever being so easy to dip my cortical fingers in so vast a crock of shit.
(But I suppose that's not really fair, having lived through 1980s televangelism – not to mention advertising in general.)
More specifically: whereas in oldener days cream rose to the top, the internet has given sludge and worse the tools to not merely compete with cream, but to fake truth it out of existence (i.e. search results).
That's Ego 101.
Higher level courses (i.e. 666 and above):
- The girl/boy/whatever who cried clickbait
- The insular one-way-street-iness of blogging
- And so on
About 90 minutes of sleep last night, so apologies in advance for any crankiness that isn't merely your imagination.