The web may have opened unbelievable frontiers of human thought and interaction, but it’s driven by the same business principles as all other enterprise. On the Internet, big not only is best — it increasingly looks even more dominant than it was in analog times. For all sorts of reasons, being No. 1 in a market is disproportionately rewarded.
Facebook is no longer a cool website started by a bunch of guys who want to chat each other and see chicks, and see who they are talking to. It’s changed – and it’s time for Facebook’s policies and original ideas to change, because users identities are as fluid as users themselves today.
I love language, I love literature, I love history, and I’m not even remotely interested in being gay. I find that one of those completely useless and confining categories. Those are definitions from our oppressors, if you will. I would use them warily. I would certainly not define myself — ever — in the terms of my oppressor. If you accept these terms, you’re now lumped in a group. Now, you may need to be lumped in a group politically in order to fight that oppression; I understand that, but I don’t accept it.
While the rest of the world has been busy enjoying the beautiful game, mostly ignoring the ugly corruption in the sport’s governing body as long as there was good soccer to watch, US authorities were unraveling a 24-year scheme of bribes and self-enrichment. Fifa’s grafters probably thought the US was too dumb to take them down. I mean, just three years after the corruption allegedly began, US Soccer willingly wore denim uniforms in public. That seems pretty dumb. But just add that to Fifa’s list of humiliations: they’ve been done in by blue jeans-wearing cowboys who think a ‘football’ is an oblong ball best carried or thrown through the air.
In the Forest Hills domain of Battleworld, Lord Michael Korvac governs over all, ruling with an iron fist, keeping his subjects in line by any means necessary.
From Marvel PR for Korvac Saga. I have to say, a good way to make Battleworld feel less impressive and far more ridiculous is to have domains named after suburbs of New York.
The worst thing that could happen to Medium is it becomes the final destination in the world of hot takes. All the takes that no one took might be taken up by the place that takes everything. Takes are long-winded, dispassionate, needless opinion pieces commissioned by content sites so there is fresh content. Takes don’t spark conversations, but they can result in comments. (The ‘don’t read the comments’ jokes of recent years breaks my heart as someone who always loved the responses and community that emerged from writing online.) There is no community around takes, although there might be something of a community of people who write takes.
Here’s the key marketing message; this is a “one-nation” government, David Cameron is saying, through the mouth of the Queen. But, given that he spent the election campaign suggesting that five million of her subjects should have no say in lawmaking if they voted for the wrong party, Her Majesty may feel this is a bit rich. Critics would say that the one nation is actually England, given that that is where the vast majority of Conservative MPs come from.
Introducing the BBC’s new reality TV show: Benefits Street meets The Hunger Games
Introducing the BBC’s new reality TV show: Benefits Street meets The Hunger Games
Welcome to Britain. We’ve gone full dystopia.
I don’t even think Charlie Brooker could write an episode of Black Mirror this bleak
I… am speechless
what in hell?
The BBC has been casting envious glances at Channel 4′s “poverty porn” for a while – see this interview where the BBC2 controller waxes lyrical about Benefits Street, for instance.
Looking at the article, what I’m guessing has happened here is that someone is saying “let’s make a show about the working poor and how hard you have to work to make a living” and then someone else is saying “OK, that’s not very sexy though, let’s do it like The Apprentice”, and they haven’t fitted the pieces together and realised how fucking horrific and callous those two ideas sound together. Or they have and don’t care, of course, because it’s edgy.
And it fits with the nation of voyeurs, net curtain twitchers, finger-waggers and tale-tellers we seem to have become.