Substack is instagram for fatheads. Brain BBL
I signed in to follow an author I like, and the "home feed" hit like a brick to the mouth
Braggadocio standouts are "I read Shakespeare to my two year old" and "Hunger games isn't hard enough to read"
Guys apparently young adult literature... is for young adults!
Every single aggregated post I see with a little number that counts every dork who agrees with you is a small loss for the human race, god, the devil, everyone. Attention is the single most important thing right now, and yes, I'm giving the psued's IG attention because, like the poser IG (pinterest) and the racist IG (X), they are extractive machines. I rebuke all the different instagrams. I rebuke this (apparently latent) desire in us to totally own the ___s (insert othering identifier here)
These are Anti-social services! Social media? No! This is psychic waterboarding! I demand recompense! I want my brain back! You are a fathead! A dink! A fucking nerd!
Let this be your warning, just because you wear a bowtie and glasses doesn't mean you don't have that voracious need for attention. Don't be the intellectual thirst trap, I know you want to but don't!
Somewhere deep inside me, a version of me... reading these platitudes... made me feel like I found the smart place to be, with all the smarts. I gave that version of me a wedgie and called him a mean name!