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The above serves as your general content menu for the basic umbrella of things I’d love to cover & communicate about here, oh roughly once a month, and hopefully no more than a 15-20ish minute read. I’m interested in a more interactive, nuanced and intentional conversation than what social media can provide, on topics that could weave together some perspectives which, such as in today’s case, might just open healing for our communities from the very apps that made us sick to begin with. So if you found your way here and are not interested in this kinda stuff, no sweat dear (but pssst my Patreon has more frequent diary style writings & behind the scenes stuff with the level PG13-NC17 personal art, Witchery & photography...in case you were seeking sexy art rather than brain food).
Still with me?! OMG thank you for being here! Did you know that attention is a love language? It’s true. “Quality time” is one of the 5 love languages, and my personal favorite along with “acts of service,” (but hey, the domme art resides over at OnlyFans). ATTENTION IS A GIFT! We all can feel it when it’s good, and we can feel it’s absence when we’re missing it from a loved one. Or when we send something out that we think is hilarious to the internet, and it’s like, crickets out there. We get that lump that goes from the middle of the chest to the pit of the stomach and makes us just want to curl up into a little ball & disappear. We’ve all felt that way some time or another, yeah? Or what about that feeling of anger, when we’re trying to tell our loved one a really hilarious story, but they’re engrossed in their Mindless Scroll Indulgence (did ya see what I did there with today’s blog title...yeah...totally a music nerd). It’s frustrating right? To be trying to connect with someone, maybe on a first, or 200th date, sitting down at the restaurant (in the before or after times, of course) and they immediately pull out their phone without even looking at the menu first. Or maybe we’re that person. We’re all that person at some point or another, and as a 2020-dedicated six day a week meditator, even I have troubles with it sometimes.
If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve probably seen me tweet a lot about what I guess I’m now just referring to as corporate imperialist media. Y’all, in the 20ish years since I graduated Virginia Tech with a degree in Mass Comm and zero desire to work for corporate media, I’ve found a Life as a sexy person on the internet instead. And in that 20 years of professionally marketing myself & various businesses, I’ve seen some shit. And I’ve experienced a lot too. The stuff that is occurring, being written about in the news, podcasted about, researched, dissertation’d & thesis’d about, whew, yeah. It’s all legit, unlike my made up words, but I’m a blogger and a storyteller, a weaver if you will. I make no claims to be an authority on media culture, other than my direct lived experience as an AFAB, queer person attempting to run an independent arts organization in a patriarchal, colonialist world for a decade…so what do I know? The stuff I’d like to bring into awareness today is important stuff to consider now, in social media’s infancy, rather than too many years (aka a generation or two, time moves faster than ever in the digital age) down the road when we’ve lost the ability to communicate with each other without a screen in between. I mean, how hard is it already for you to people now when we haven’t even been in lockdown a year yet? Seriously...I wanna know. In fact I’d love to know your thoughts, reactions, responses, feedback, criticism, anything and everything you feel about this topic after reading this blog, because again, I’m seeking to generate conversation about this stuff in our communities. Sooooo...maybe instead of scrolling for an hour after family holiday dinner, let your brain dig into something a little deeper, and with feeling. Bonus if you can close your eyes and think about this stuff for 20 minutes before responding in the comments here on my website, and also not fall asleep too. If you’re able to do that, congratulations, you just practiced mindful meditation and discernment. 🧠
We’re about to go on a little, total Gen X jaunt with this blog topic here because as a latchkey generation kid, a crossroads generation kid, we’re experts at knowing how to play in our rooms by ourselves for days on end while grounded for getting caught wreaking havoc with our punk friends around the neighborhood. We have wild imaginations, generally can take care of ourselves and keep to ourselves in any given situation because we were trained at an early age to know our feelings didn’t matter. We generally learned only to speak up & out once shit got so bad we felt like we’d burst (hello survival instincts). Well, being a grown & sexy Gen X kid and being real tired of hearing the Boomers not listen to the Millenials, and the Millenials not even able to hear anything any Boomer says anymore, a lot of what I want to bring up to topic over the course of my writings is because somebody has to remind us that as a whole, none of us have been super great at paying attention & actually hearing each other. So let’s take a little trip back in time, and I want you to try to embody the picture I’m about to paint. Like, feel where my words make an impact in your physical sensation, and that’s the thread I’m interested in expanding upon.
I want you to picture...In the days long (eh, sorta...it’s all about perspective...the 80s are considered “vintage” now) before social media was at the tips of our touch and our constant attentiveness to its availability to pacify a mindless moment. 🧠
Try to take a moment, right now and truly embody what it would be like to wake up every morning and not have the urge to reach to our phone on the nightstand. Can you feel it? To not have the urge to keep ourselves company with AppleNews or TikTok while deucing out. To...not have any directions to anywhere we wanted to go, pulled up on a pocket sized device within seconds of punching in our destination...GASP! The horror. Younger generations will have no idea the skill it took to print out mapquest directions on a dot matrix printer, after physically hooking up a phone cord to our computer, and dialing into AOL, waiting for connection, waiting for the directions to load (not in an easily downloadable pdf I must add, do you remember webpage formatting back then...I shudder...) and then, still not have accurate directions (facepalm). Then we had to figure out how not to be forced through some crazy construction reroute through New Jersey, when we couldn’t take a left for 15 miles, all the while trying not to get pulled over for pot because our best friend brought a somewhat sketchy new love interest along. Y’all, finding directions took time. Everything on the internet took time. And before the internet...the internet took NO time. Now the internet takes ALL our time. What loop is this? What year are we in? Raise your hand if at any point this year you lost track of time scrolling the internet (raises hand in solidarity).
We have all this “convenience,” but no time. If we stopped to think about our seconds and minutes...or hours...ugh...just scrolling away, the things that we actually need to do on the internet are not actually that time consuming. Pay a bill here. Look up a wiki on a song we may wanna know the history of there. Email our family photos to aunt Hilda from the vacation we just took at the family time-share. Find quality erotica and-OK-maybe that one we can actually spend some time doing on the internet (support independent sex worker’s ya’ll, we are being deplatformed left & right). But let’s pause on that thought a moment...spend time on the internet. Spending implies we’re buying something, but what are we buying when we’re just endlessly scrolling “free” content? Facebook. Scroll. Instagram. Scroll. Twitter. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll.
Every year new tech terminology comes into our lexicon. The word “meme” wasn’t even a word 20 years ago...or was it? Let’s look for a moment at the etymology of the word “meme.” You know what a meme is, you’ve seen them. Chances are you’ve got a group text going right now with several besties in which you only communicate with memes and gifs. Back in the 80s we used to speak our memes as just favorite movie quotes. I could have an entire conversation with my little brother using only Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Ghostbusters movie lines. Hard facts. Today, these communications of world-wide-inside-jokes have images attached, and we can spread them to folks, old or underage, indiscriminately all across the world in a matter of seconds. Whereas back in the 90s, it took us 20 minutes just to get online and into a AOL IM. We had to be diligent and concise with our meme sharing back then. We didn’t have all this time to be wasting being on the internet...
The word “meme” traces back to being a digital thought metaphor for what the genes in our DNA do by default… propagate a unit of cultural transmission. We come from a human lineage of tens of thousands of years of communicating with each other through oral tradition, and then picture symbolic tradition, and then inscribing upon parchment, and carving stone tablets, in order to propagate wisdom passed from previous generations. We think the printing press was the first time material was mass mimicked, but nope, white history washes again, and if it were not for religious scholars in China, Japan & Korea, Gutenberg wouldn’t have had his invention for the propagation of units of cultural transmission. We communicated by mouth, and then by hand for thousands and thousands of years prior to the digital age and the creation of the world’s first computer ENIAC in 1945. A massive u-shaped collection of calculating machinery and vacuum cooling devices that took up an entire 1,500 sq ft room. It was created in Philadelphia by John Presper Ekert Jr. on a military project to create a machine that could calculate munitions trajectory for the United States Army in the matter of seconds. Full stop for just one of those seconds. The first books were religious texts, and the first computer was for strategizing violence. Awesome. Granted, there is plenty of fable in religious text, but the point is it was not a love story, or a hero’s tale that was first printed, it was books designed to instruct societies on moral code. Books that have since been flipped and utilized to oppress others who have varying cultural truths (and I’ll state for the record, I am not anti-Christian, but we’ll cover everything this may mean in another blog later). We have these wonderful tools of human ingenuity to improve communication and efficiency, and they were immediately utilized to propagate suffering. 🧿
In the present times, we have memes. And anyone who’s ever