• We Didn’t Make This Storm

    The hate! I see hate in everything written now, casual hate in fashion blogs and celebrity blogs and design magazine, offhand hate as if in passing – even from a therapist I instantly dropped. It is our signifier of community now. Of course we are close because we both hate the same thing and we are solid haters you and I.

    I seem to have signed up for a half dozen different social networks in haphazard fashion, over the past few weeks. I am pissed at the top four digital empires. I don’t like saying in passing to Jamie, “We need this,” and immediately see an ad. I don’t like being harvested for data, I don’t like being censored by idiots, I don’t like everything I’ve written down to the tiniest alteration of text available for any hacker jackass to read. I did an interview for Russian TV a few months ago, and a week later, all my passwords had been breached and I had to redo everything. This New Age means I’m vulnerable. So are you.