Dissecting Digitized Hate

I’d like to be able to pinpoint the exact moment in history when digitized hate became a ‘thing’.

Twitter has been around since 2006, but it’s popularity has undoubtedly skyrocketed in the past few years. Considered (by me) to be one of the quickest outlets for users to publish their feelings of disdain in 140 characters or less, Twitter is like the painful arguments you’d have with a sibling or close friend. You know the ones whom (in the heat of the moment) leave you with a gut-punch of a hurtful comment at the end of it all, only this time that gut-punch is preceded by a hashtag. Let’s just say, the age of digitized hate is definitely upon us.

I often wonder how this newfound outlet for publicizing hateful comments influences our “natural” affinity for others. Ya know, like, in the real world. Passively seeing a person fill up our Twitter timeline or Facebook home page with negative comments, whether about others or simply about the universally shared case of the Mondays, allows that negativity to be stored in our minds only to be called upon during a later encounter. I believe that we are reminded of things like a person’s social media presence first, and their “true” character, outside of what they present online, second. This presents a distinct problem for our technology-dependent generation in that we not only deem it acceptable or common to judge a person based on their online etiquette, but also we seem to forget that those hateful posts we carelessly submit to the  world wide web are, in fact, permanent ink on millions of computer screens.

Have you ever held an online argument or posted a something hateful that you later ended up regretting?

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Never Gonna Hustle

On July 24, something amazing happened in the world. No, I’m not talking about the disclosure of the Royal Baby’s three-part moniker and literally everyone taking to social media sites to gush over baby George Alexander Louis. I am, however, speaking of Matthew Berry connecting with me on Twitter. Picture this:

I’m sitting on half of my seafoam green couch (not because I chose one half over the other, but rather because I currently only have half of my couch in my apartment) staring into an equally unfinished living room. It was a hot Chicago afternoon and all I could think about was cool, sweet melons to curb my overheated body and insatiable appetite. After thinking a long while about, well, nothing important, I began daydreaming of the joy that would soon grace my apartment: Comcast internet and cable TV.

Included in this glorious cable TV package are two, count ’em TWO, ESPN channels. I know, I’m a high roller with my half-couch and two ESPN channels. So as any self-respecting Twitter user would, I began tweeting random thoughts regarding my current situation. Directly after a frivolous tweet about melons with the sweet hashtag of #MelonsOnMyMind, I sent out an even more frivolous tweet to Matthew Berry.

Pretty frivolous, right? Twitter is basically like my impulsive, public diary in that it reveals things such as my run-in with a stranger who smells like my puppy’s breath and who I’d like to eat pizza and watch ESPN with on the weekends (apologies to my boyfriend who has been dreaming of hearing me say those romantic words to him since we met).

Fast-forward to a mere 5 hours later when the man who basically got me my summer internship* appears in my push notifications. 

I’m not sure why he responded to me, but I’m not going to question it! I’ve been listening to his Fantasy Focus podcast for a few weeks now, so although I feel like we’ve created a fairly strong bond, I can only assume he now feels the same  after tweeting me back…or at least we share a similar love of pizza and sports networks.

I thought the hardest part was getting a response, but now the real challenge is getting the other half of the couch to my apartment so Matthew Berry will have somewhere to sit while we bond over mini pizzas and ESPN. But hey, who needs an entire couch when you have the clutch combo meal of Matthew Berry, mini pizzas and ESPN? Not this guy.

*Pretty hilarious story as to how I basically got hired for my summer internship with a sports comedy website, Bacon Sports. Look out for a post on that adventure soon!

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Letting It All Hang Out

I am a student at a college that, despite holding a fairly high position in the notorious Best Colleges rankings,  is often mistaken for other Universities in the area.  Similar to my school choice, I am pursuing a career that is equally overlooked and often mistaken for a life of “written bullshit” that leaves you poor and struggling: Journalism.

From trying to figure out how to get started (still doing that) to overcoming the numerous mini-heart attacks I get whenever thinking about my future, it has been quite the journey so far. The weird part? I love it. I enjoy directly challenging myself and pushing my limits, even if my perfectionist personality gets in the way 99% of the time. The hard part? Narrowing down what field of journalism I would ultimately like to spend the rest of my life happily frolicking in and blossoming into an awesome journalist.

I’m all about inspirational quotes, whether from the ubiquitous Pinterest pins my friends post or the unique encounters with people every day, so I’ll be sure to include them on this blog whenever I can!

Thanks for reading, and remember: “Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche.

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