I feel like my body is an inside joke and I’m on the outside.
The Digital Age
If the other arguments that have been made aren’t working — that we’re becoming too isolated from one other, that we all have ADD now, that we don’t have good manners or interpersonal skills anymore — maybe the argument that so much browsing makes us literally unhappy will.
Here’s a way to get over someone: live a monastic existence, appreciating the wideness of an unshared bed, and write songs or books or unclassifiable material about them until the material itself becomes more interesting than the person ever was.
When your audience is this big, how can you really “know” it?
Is it just me or has the internet been extra angry lately?
More and more companies, including Nike and Ford, are ditching aspirational in favor of real because they’re seeing that reality doesn’t necessarily damage their brand. It actually helps it.
So based on these, what kind of person would you say I am? What do I care about the most? What worries me? What are my interests or hobbies?
On websites with wild-west comment sections, like this one, the editors and writers benefit from a community of kind, indifferent and irascible people who have things to say.
I started following Frank Ocean’s blog not because of his music, but because he reminded me of what I loved about Tumblr.
In the above clip, Amy Sedaris plays a nosy, loudmouthed aunt visiting Ingrid for a raucous brunch.