So, I’m going to admit my age here. Not in the sense of how old I am, but in the sense of failed elasticity. A younger version of myself adapted to change extremely fast. I was about floating through tech trends like an ultralite skimmer atop the water. Lately I have been unable to allow things to gain the proper traction in my mind. inelastic. Old.
I was late to the MySpace party. I openly hated on Facebook. I refused to accept the idea that playlists have completely overtaken the idea of listening to an artist’s catalog. I missed vines entirely. I still call myself a snapchat denier. I refused to accept the YouTube generation.
Yep. Past tense.
I get it. I get Twitch. I get the concept behind such things and the powerful platform that allows you to connect and share with people everywhere. I get how and why it is monetized. I get Ninja. I get SSSniperwolf (men are straight up perverted and lonely). I get why my kids are totally about such things. I even fall into specific ‘artists’ such as Mr. Nightmare and Hacksmith. These are escapes that are faster and more readily available than the orchestrated escapes I call TV Shows. These are quick, well produced, and promise content faster. These feel more accessible and reflect the desire of many to feel like they are part of the conversation. They are, in essence, short cuts.
I get short cuts. What I fear is that this is how things are trending and I don’t develop content fast enough in order to be able to be in on what is now and next.
In other words, I’m old.