Generation Z were children in what was then the “Wild West” of Youtube and short form content.
I remember being in middle school and seeing “Human Cake.” a video in the “cake” series from Filthy Frank, basically him and his friends collect, asshole hair, pubes, piss, teeth, semen, etc.. from various youtubers at the time and baking it into a cake, then eating it, then throwing it up, then eating it again, mama bird baby bird style.
At the time I thought this was fucking hilarious.
Now, I’m thinking: There is no way that would be allowed on Youtube today.
In fact, youtube as a platform is so different from what I grew up on. Everything is more corporate in general. It is so hard to find anything genuine.
“This era of the internet is very annoying. Between consistent ads, fake accounts everywhere, and ai being able to recreate someone's entire likeness, I would loathe being a content creator rn”
- beanburrito8321
Not uncommon ideas, but it is true.
I feel awful for Gen Alpha, children of the second eden.
Born and immediately thrust into “content”
Content.
God, I fucking hate that word.
It’s like code for “shit.”
“I’m a content creator.” I make shit.
“Slop.” might be better.
“Content.” is just the catch-all for the digital refuse oozing out of major corporate social media companies.
Seriously, what the fuck does content mean?
If you ask a woman on the street what she does for a living and she says: “I make content.”
You assume she’s a modest whore.
Like, oh yeah, you can showcase your gaping asshole to millions online, but are just too bashful and demure to say you do onlyfans.
What am I on about?
Oh yeah.
From sharing content to generating it, a tale of hubris.
“Attention is the currency of the 21st century”
- Says the guy who has spent twenty percent of his life gesturing at women to take out their earbuds.
I’ve been on Hinge and Tinder, thinking that being 6’4 would at least get me somewhere my freshman year, turns out I have to have a likable personality first.
But I swear I have seen the same girl maybe fourteen times.
Not in an incel “all women are the same.” way but like:
Everytime, the front picture is her in front of the sea, on this yacht/ship thing.
Looking back with this gaudy, toothy smile.
I swipe left, and she comes back.
In fact, I think I’ve seen her on campus. Staring back at me in the line for Chick-fil-a.
Sometimes I see her face when I don’t sleep for a long time. I see her face almost superimposed on other girls;
Like if I’m walking one way up this sidewalk, and this girl is walking the other way, I swear I can see that same grin, then when she crosses the street or looks at me weird, the face disappears.
Sometimes, when I’m in my bed, in my dorm, looking at the ceiling, If I close my eyes and lightly press my knuckles against my eyelids, I see her face.
Growing up block game.
Minecraft was the shit when I was little.
It was so awesome.