Content hell
A million monkeys typing away
Ook ook ook! (monkey sounds)
This week I unsubscribed from Freddie deBoer’s Substack. Not because I was offended by any of his opinions1. It’s just that I can’t keep up with his output of several pieces a week. The post that tipped me over discussed how he’s not a certain Twitter user some people suspect him to be. It’s a short post but I felt obtuse for reading it — why did I have to waste time with it? What did knowing that deBoer doesn’t engage in the age-old art of sock puppetry add to my life? And why did he have to publish it? Now, don’t get me wrong: I don’t hold any bad feelings against Freddie — I understand that in the need to fill the world with content we might end up publishing junk and I do it too. When you are pressed for copy it’s easy to send just about anything out into the void. But why are we pressed for copy? Isn’t the point of Substack that we get to decide what to publish and when?
The infinite monkey theorem cam…