What’s it like being a media consumer in 2024?
Well…(Dramatic pause)…lemme tell ya.
Lets (let’s ?)…
Let us say I was a fan of a band, for like ever.
Let’s say I bought albums and tickets and guitar magazines anytime I saw this band’s name,,
Because they’re my favorite.
Summer’s coming,I’d kinda like a tshirt with this band’s name on it, because I like it, it makes me happy…
Shirt shows up… Looks great, now I have a shirt I like…
Not two days later, not 48 hours, not two revolutions of the planet Earth 🌎
These mother fuckers start texting me.
“that band you like is going on tour,want tickets?”
Then the next day..
“that band you like just put out a New tshirt,take a look”
Then the next day.
“check out this video of the frontman talking to his kids about his childhood trauma”
Yo….
Pause…
Hold the fuck up…
Is commercialism at war with my teenage nostalgia?
Are you cocksuckers trying to profit off the fact that I like a thing?
Of course you are.
Because you’re bitches and whores.
You’ve always been,you simply found a new trick.
And that’s what we were born in to. That’s the game we live in.
And I’m going to call you a whore,but only if you’re actually a whore.
And your tickets are overpriced.
And I regret buying your tshirt,even though I really like the tshirt…
Word of advice.
To my heroes, to my legends, to the people I honestly value…
How about you take your dick out of your fan’s asshole?
I know we All gotta scratch a living, but don’t be so obvious with your game.
It’s insulting.
And it’s the window that allows people to see right through you.
Fuck my goddamn metadata.
dawn 