I can take people making mistakes, as long as they take responsibility. And in my real life, when I make a mistake or my family / friends make mistakes, we own the problem, talk about it and move forward.
But the whole thing about the “influencer” culture is that these people talk to us as if they are our friends ... they chat away and they show us (edited) parts of their lives - and they basically monetise s. They could not give a flup about us as other human beings. They take advantage of our boredom or lack of connection or loneliness ... and they use the numbers to enhance their lives, monetarily.
But then, they expose themselves - and it all starts to seep through the carefully curated life of fuzzy filters and fugly kitchen renos and half naked children and handsome partners who they constantly break up with and animals they buy from breeders all the while pretending to be conscious about animal rights and veganism and fast clothing and homeware they flog for affiliate links and ambassadorships for refugees while being racist as fuck about gypsies ... They are exposed.
And we - as their audience - call them on it. Because we think we have a stake and a relationship and we think we are important and valid. And because their hypocrisy is a bitter taste and their smugness feels vile.
And then they cry and go to the police and ban and erase and lie and scrabble because their true selves - the greedy, grasping, lying, don’t give a fuck, ugly, chaotic, mean - self... it’s shining through for all to see. And they insist that we - their audience - their money - their livelihood - have no right! Have no right to speak about them, or judge.
But the whole thing about the “influencer” culture is that these people talk to us as if they are our friends ... they chat away and they show us (edited) parts of their lives - and they basically monetise s. They could not give a flup about us as other human beings. They take advantage of our boredom or lack of connection or loneliness ... and they use the numbers to enhance their lives, monetarily.
But then, they expose themselves - and it all starts to seep through the carefully curated life of fuzzy filters and fugly kitchen renos and half naked children and handsome partners who they constantly break up with and animals they buy from breeders all the while pretending to be conscious about animal rights and veganism and fast clothing and homeware they flog for affiliate links and ambassadorships for refugees while being racist as fuck about gypsies ... They are exposed.
And we - as their audience - call them on it. Because we think we have a stake and a relationship and we think we are important and valid. And because their hypocrisy is a bitter taste and their smugness feels vile.
And then they cry and go to the police and ban and erase and lie and scrabble because their true selves - the greedy, grasping, lying, don’t give a fuck, ugly, chaotic, mean - self... it’s shining through for all to see. And they insist that we - their audience - their money - their livelihood - have no right! Have no right to speak about them, or judge.