Don’t expect this to be eloquent, expect it to be passionate.
We live in a capitalist society.
This is something I’ve been dwelling on considerably for a long time, and especially over the last few days. You may have heard of Instagram’s newest proposed updates to remove chronology from our feeds. This might not seem like a massive change but it could have dire consequences on smaller accounts and small business owners, myself included. It is unlikely that small accounts and businesses will still receive the same exposure as they would otherwise, for being swallowed by the larger accounts and celebrities. If you would like to learn more (and sign the petition to prevent this) please click here.
But, how does this link to capitalism? At the very base of it, this is a prime example of the capitalist nature of our society. The implications of ridding the chronological feeds instils a sense of capitalism – bigger, more famous and wealthier overshadowing the smaller and poorer. By using algorithms and removing the chronological order in feeds, Instagram is following in the footsteps of it’s mother company, Facebook, and if we take a look at Facebook’s progression over the years we can see the similarities and predict future changes. By introducing this algorithm that shows popular posts at the top of the feed, it allows Instagram to manipulate what the users see and when. Naturally, the next step is monetization. Just like Facebook introduced, businesses will be able to pay to promote their posts to the top of feeds – just like the sponsored ads you now see on Instagram, again following in the footsteps of Facebook. This is a real life example of capitalism, away from the realms of social media, in the way that it is large conglomerates having power over our lives. Continue reading Instagram and Capitalism
The mainstream media are superbly good at kicking people when they are down. This is apparent on a daily basis when magazines and magazines of cruel comments and vicious rumours line the shelves and television hosts slur snide, harsh remarks only to humour their audiences.
The “Amy” documentary depicting the life and death of the late Amy Winehouse left a sour taste in my mouth as the role the media played in her downfall played through my mind. The documentary emphasised the toxic effect that fame can have on a person. Continue reading Rehab. (The Media’s Part in the Decline of Amy Winehouse)
She reaches for it.
It doesn’t so much as say “drink me” but it taunts her nevertheless.
This will be it. Her last drink. Again. Continue reading drink me.
It’s been a while. I’m having this problem with my dedication and motivation. I discussed it within my last post but it still seems that it’s as ripe as ever.
I took my AS mock exams a few weeks ago in preparation for my exams come May (not long, now) and I’ve been very busy learning the ins and outs of photography and trying to master the skill to add to my creative portfolio. I also got a job. It’s about time. In regards to this blog, I’ve had little time to spend on it, it seems.
I’ve tried not to get out of the habit of writing but I lost my favourite writing journal so I’ve fallen victim to the analytical essays and comparisons of my classes rather than investing my time and emotions into something raw and worthy. Here’s to hoping that that will change in the coming days, weeks and months. Continue reading So, what’s going on?
My attention span is honestly horrendous.
I’ve spoken briefly about issues regarding this before, but I think it’s something I really need to begin to address more frequently. I honestly have a horrendous attention span.
I am the sort of person who will put all of their energy into something all at once and then burn out quickly. I struggle to balance projects evenly and often leave things neglected and without nurture; quite like this blog. Continue reading note to self: pay attention
I think I’m learning more about myself. I’m learning how to navigate the mind map which has baffled me for the last sixteen years and although I’m nowhere near taking the shortcuts and venturing down the back alleys, I’m beginning to trust these main roads.
Sometimes I get so lost in my own thoughts that I confuse what’s in my mind with reality. A ten minute bus journey is all it takes for something to trigger a particular thought pattern and an entire series of events that are severely unlikely to happen will unfold within the depth of my mind. What is this? My imagination? Because I was taught that your imagination would help you design that story that your English teacher loves, but what I’m talking about just can’t be forced. Continue reading Something that can only be described