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Right, now I've got some space to rant, let's fucking do this.
Bottom line up front for you. The vast majority of youtubers are lazy, talentless morons. If that hurts anyones feelings, I'd suggest clicking elsewhere.
Because that's the nicest thing I'm going to say tonight.
Youtubers, instagrammers and whatever else-ers are a plague of work shy, pretentious, fame hungry like and share locusts. The vast majority of 'beloved' content creators are a vapid waste of time, symbolic only of the need for new, disposable content without substance to be consumed by the mindless drones awaiting the next product to be told to consume.
Strangely, I don't even blame or hate them.
I blame the millions that idolise such imbeciles, who despite having access to all the knowledge and entertainment ever created by mankind, slavishly inhale pointless, empty, clickbait level content with the vigour of crack addicts hunting down their next fix.
An entire demographic of mindless, thirsty, attention starved lemmings, following on from trend to trend without individual thought or preference.
This demographic deify individuals for presenting meaningless commentary and completing mindless tasks. One of these 'idols' is famous for literally watching paint dry. And counting to 100,000. A skill many of us mastered once we got our head around basic maths.
The only thing worse than him doing it, is that millions of people watched him do it.
More people have seen his face than have seen the Apollo 11 landings.
Just let that sink in for a moment.
1/6th of the population of the Earth tuned in to Neil stepping out of his spacecraft. Mr. Beast has 9 billion views on his channel. That's more than every man, woman and child on the planet, including everyone born and died in the years since the Eagle landed.
Some berk playing hide and seek for cash has technically had a bigger cultural impact than men walking on the fucking moon.
This madness continues to the point where there is genuine news articles about one of them revealing his face. Sorry, but all that happened is the mask slipped. He didn't die. He didn't spontaneously combust. If you're only watching his content cos you can't see his face, then his content is shit.
Because they have talent and loyal fans.
None of these hollow excuses for entertainers have even the tiniest fraction of the charisma and ability to become real personalities, able to stand next to true giants of the art. Instead relying on high volume, low effort drivel to stay relevant amongst the other slime and keep above the algorithm tidemark.
Long term? I have t shirts which have been around longer. When any of them hits Anthony Hopkins level of staying power, gimme a shout. Bruce Forsythes nail clippings have more raw ability than pewdiepie, t-whateverhisfuckingnameis, logan paul and that other retard he's always fighting combined.
In my opinion, such low effort, empty, talentless channels contribute to the worst tendencies of mankind and the sooner it dies, the better. All it promotes is more young simpletons with dreams of fast car (crashes) and empty relationships, sitting in front of a camera contemplating how many bottles of benadryl they'd need to drink to get 10,000 subscribers and hit the monetisation zone.
All it promotes is more fast product, consume product, bring in next fast product from fake people making fake content, so far removed from reality that laughing at suicides seems like a great idea to them until the backlash hits and the precious subscriber numbers drop.
Don't get me wrong. There are some people on Youtube that are supremely talented individuals in whatever field they're in. But if you can't see the difference between them, and pewdiepie, then I've got no words for you. Mark Rober worked for fucking NASA JPL and will succeed at whatever he does, wherever he does it.
Mr. Beast is more famous than the guy that helped build the Mars Curiosity rover, and all he had to do was stare at a wall until the paint dried.
Why bother training your body, honing your craft, rehearsing your routine, learning the tricks, creating the art, drafting the scripts, taking the hits, putting in the goddamned work, when all you have to do is stick on some anime cosplay, make a stupid face for your thirsty onlyFans and you'll make more money in a week selling your fucking bathwater than you could earn annually as a project manager designing engines for SpaceX.
But it's not that imbalance isn't what I hate most about all this. Supply drives demand and people will charge whatever people will pay. Do what you need to do, and if you get away with it, great.
What I do hate though with every cell in my cold, cynical, twisted body, from my fingertips right down to the core of my soul.
Beyond that spot reserved for the Space Launch System, craphats and early morning commuters is that fact that in this country there are people that would need to google the name of the guy largely responsible for winning the Battle of Britain, but know by face and name the man who spent an entire day playing with a fidget spinner on camera.
And beyond them, surrounded by an event horizon of rage so dense that even Legman keeps the fuck away, are those that see that as good thing and contentedly go back to their selfies and hashtags.
Now that's off my chest, here's a meme for the meme god.
Bottom line up front for you. The vast majority of youtubers are lazy, talentless morons. If that hurts anyones feelings, I'd suggest clicking elsewhere.
Because that's the nicest thing I'm going to say tonight.
Youtubers, instagrammers and whatever else-ers are a plague of work shy, pretentious, fame hungry like and share locusts. The vast majority of 'beloved' content creators are a vapid waste of time, symbolic only of the need for new, disposable content without substance to be consumed by the mindless drones awaiting the next product to be told to consume.
Strangely, I don't even blame or hate them.
I blame the millions that idolise such imbeciles, who despite having access to all the knowledge and entertainment ever created by mankind, slavishly inhale pointless, empty, clickbait level content with the vigour of crack addicts hunting down their next fix.
An entire demographic of mindless, thirsty, attention starved lemmings, following on from trend to trend without individual thought or preference.
This demographic deify individuals for presenting meaningless commentary and completing mindless tasks. One of these 'idols' is famous for literally watching paint dry. And counting to 100,000. A skill many of us mastered once we got our head around basic maths.
The only thing worse than him doing it, is that millions of people watched him do it.
More people have seen his face than have seen the Apollo 11 landings.
Just let that sink in for a moment.
1/6th of the population of the Earth tuned in to Neil stepping out of his spacecraft. Mr. Beast has 9 billion views on his channel. That's more than every man, woman and child on the planet, including everyone born and died in the years since the Eagle landed.
Some berk playing hide and seek for cash has technically had a bigger cultural impact than men walking on the fucking moon.
This madness continues to the point where there is genuine news articles about one of them revealing his face. Sorry, but all that happened is the mask slipped. He didn't die. He didn't spontaneously combust. If you're only watching his content cos you can't see his face, then his content is shit.
Or you need to have a word with yourselves about the true meaning of being a fan.
Daft Punk made a multi-decade music career wearing helmets. But I absolutely guaran-fucking-tee you they'd be just as famous if they took them off.
Because they have talent and loyal fans.
None of these hollow excuses for entertainers have even the tiniest fraction of the charisma and ability to become real personalities, able to stand next to true giants of the art. Instead relying on high volume, low effort drivel to stay relevant amongst the other slime and keep above the algorithm tidemark.
Long term? I have t shirts which have been around longer. When any of them hits Anthony Hopkins level of staying power, gimme a shout. Bruce Forsythes nail clippings have more raw ability than pewdiepie, t-whateverhisfuckingnameis, logan paul and that other retard he's always fighting combined.
In my opinion, such low effort, empty, talentless channels contribute to the worst tendencies of mankind and the sooner it dies, the better. All it promotes is more young simpletons with dreams of fast car (crashes) and empty relationships, sitting in front of a camera contemplating how many bottles of benadryl they'd need to drink to get 10,000 subscribers and hit the monetisation zone.
All it promotes is more fast product, consume product, bring in next fast product from fake people making fake content, so far removed from reality that laughing at suicides seems like a great idea to them until the backlash hits and the precious subscriber numbers drop.
Don't get me wrong. There are some people on Youtube that are supremely talented individuals in whatever field they're in. But if you can't see the difference between them, and pewdiepie, then I've got no words for you. Mark Rober worked for fucking NASA JPL and will succeed at whatever he does, wherever he does it.
Mr. Beast is more famous than the guy that helped build the Mars Curiosity rover, and all he had to do was stare at a wall until the paint dried.
Why bother training your body, honing your craft, rehearsing your routine, learning the tricks, creating the art, drafting the scripts, taking the hits, putting in the goddamned work, when all you have to do is stick on some anime cosplay, make a stupid face for your thirsty onlyFans and you'll make more money in a week selling your fucking bathwater than you could earn annually as a project manager designing engines for SpaceX.
But it's not that imbalance isn't what I hate most about all this. Supply drives demand and people will charge whatever people will pay. Do what you need to do, and if you get away with it, great.
What I do hate though with every cell in my cold, cynical, twisted body, from my fingertips right down to the core of my soul.
Beyond that spot reserved for the Space Launch System, craphats and early morning commuters is that fact that in this country there are people that would need to google the name of the guy largely responsible for winning the Battle of Britain, but know by face and name the man who spent an entire day playing with a fidget spinner on camera.
And beyond them, surrounded by an event horizon of rage so dense that even Legman keeps the fuck away, are those that see that as good thing and contentedly go back to their selfies and hashtags.
Now that's off my chest, here's a meme for the meme god.
I’ll fix them for you, don’t worry.
