Honoring Each Other
What makes a story worthy of 50 claps, a comment & a link
I’m a cranky old broad who fondly reminisces about two decades of the Golden Age of internet evolution from the clanking buzz of AOL to millions of ad free YouTube how tos. Please allow me two paragraphs of rant before the good stuff…
I once enjoyed all those friends on Facebook. Hell, I used to love everything about the interweb until manipulative corporate marketing slowed everything down with come ons that are slow to load, invade worthy content, blink in garish colors and slap me across the cortex with suspicion and annoyance. Even the Thesaurus does that now. Clicking anything invites a spam attack (not the link in this piece, though). Add to all that the creepy feeling of being invasively spied on when, after one curious Zillow search, my Fb feed vomits up multiple Sponsored moving van companies.
The only power of emotional self preservation left is to pay for advertising-free original content by human creators. Medium membership is the best. I send some money to Wikipedia every year, too. I fight to ignore the drek when gems are worth mining for. It’s exhausting. I punch a lot of little Xs. Not that it works, but because I’m cranky.
