These emojis then show up in rapid succession “😈😵💫💀” flashing across my screen along with the crack of thunder and many other portents of doom from a Poe novel, and I would like off of this ride now please.
I mean…
I want to know why in the world the people who read my stories and clap for me and upvote and like and subscribe and did I already say upvote?
Yeah, those people!
The people who do that stuff with the commenting and the interacting and the bumping and the boosting in the algorithm of my stuff or my content or my articles or photos or paintings or…wait is this “good copy”or not?
(Sometimes I like to pretend like I’m an ad exec from the 1950s and omg I never did finish watching Mad Men I will have to add that to my bucket list.
[Side note: start a bucket list.])
The point is I like to just kick back like a 1950s whiskey-swilling cigar-chomping misogynist, open up my browser window, see all the notifications from my millions upon bajillions of fans/subscribers/likers/(actual friends and family at the bottom of course) and kick back, relax, open up a nice select brand of single malt scotch and say, “DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE A GANGSTA CAN I GET A CLAP BACK?!”
An upvote?
