Posted by Marie Le Conte
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Hello!
Hi! How are you? All good? All fine? Yeah? I'm okay thank you. I've been roundhouse kicked in the sinuses by hayfever but I'm alright. We move.
I would say the highlight of my week so far was reading this gloriously long and pointless investigation into Charlie's Angels (2000). No, honestly.
"The bird in Charlie’s Angels is, I believe, the wrongest bird in the history of cinema—and one of the weirdest and most inexplicable flubs in any movie I can remember. It is elaborately, even ornately wrong. It has haunted not just me but, as I’d later learn, the birding community at large for almost a quarter of a century". That's how the piece starts, and then it goes on for thousands of words, and somehow they're all incredibly gripping. I cannot recommend it enough. It's so entertaining, and genuinely very good journalism. You can find it here.
If you're somehow not in the mood for serious silliness (or silly seriousness?), I would instead recommend this piece, "Against Ironic Detachment", which I found to be quite spectacular.
In it, the writer argues that "intelligence without moral commitment is just sophisticated paralysis. Nuance without the capacity for judgment is just elaborate confusion. The ability to see complexity in everything is worthless if it never leads to clarity about anything". Isn't that fantastic? Doesn't it make your brain fizz?
If, for some godforsaken reason, this still doesn't do it for you, then you can have a sled dog puppy cam. That's all I have to offer as part of this introduction. You've now gone through all my wares. I am wareless. I will leave you here. Good bye.
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I know, I know, you're sick of me talking about my diamond shoes, and the fact that they just don't quite fit around my ankles. Last week I complained about having been simply too gifted a child, and today I'm here to whine about a selfie of mine just being too popular. It's silly. It's undignified. It's too much.
Still, it is something I want to talk about, even if it makes me sound vain or unpleasant. I think it's worth mentioning. So, if you'll allow me: it actually began a few months ago. For some reason, my skin decided to wait until I turned 33 to develop acne for the first time. I've no idea why it happened, but it did. I went to a dermatologist, because I didn't want to have acne on my face, and she prescribed me some retinol.
She warned me, however, that my skin would probably get worse before getting better. She was right to do so, as that's exactly what happened. I spent most of my spring cosplaying as Pizza Face, and feeling like I was 15 again, but this time I was worse at it. It wasn't great. It also took a while for my skin to finally clear up, meaning that when it did, a few weeks ago, I was thrilled. I was just so, so pleased not to have spots anymore.
It's probably a bit of a silly thing, right? But I'd never had bad skin before, and I just couldn't get used to it. Anyway, the point is: on July 4, I took a photo of my face and I posted it to my Instagram. I've got around 5,000 followers on there, which is not nothing, obviously, but not in the same ballpark as the number of followers I had on Twitter, and now have on Bluesky.
I'm happy for my words and my random thoughts to go viral, or be of relevance to complete strangers; I don't think you'll get much out of seeing my pictures on Instagram unless you know me, or are at least aware of me already. It's always been a secondary platform for me. I've never had any interest in being popular on it. Text-based social media has, probably unsurprisingly, always been my primary residence.
That doesn't mean I don't enjoy posting on there; simply that I do so mostly for myself, then for my friends and, after that, whoever happens to also be around. I didn't think, for example, that anyone who doesn't know me would care that I'd got rid of my spots. Sure, I'd not posted a picture of my face since March, but it wasn't clear to me that anyone would care. I'm not really known for my selfies, on Instagram or elsewhere.
Well, at least that's what I thought. Instagram disagreed. The platform, as we know, is governed by a series of opaque algorithms, meaning that we have no idea just how they work, or what they prioritise. It's assumed that photos of human faces tend to do pretty well, and that posts which do unusually well with someone's followers are likely to be spread further around the platform.
I became exceptionally conscious of the latter when my timeline suddenly became a stream of posts from people I'd never heard of before, and who were explaining that they had cancer, or their dog had just died, or something just as cheerful. I didn't really get it at first, then it hit me: on algorithmic social media, content is always inherently neutral, and popularity is always inherently good. Lots of people will like a post if it's tragic or sad, as a way to show that they care, but Instagram will often take that as a sign that the post ought to travel further afield.
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