5. BLOGGING
This is where this shit gets meta. For aspiring writers (such as myself), the internet has made it horrifically easy to get your work out there and seen by those who could one day pay you. The worst part about this, is that for many bright young things, they don’t know who this will end up being: a load of old suits, or a trendy young start-up? One of them definitely won’t give a shit about the new Rustie track. I used to run a music blog about a year ago, but one day while preparing an article on WU LYF’s breakup (still hurts), I was consumed by a thought: Why am I writing this, and who am I writing it for?
Was I writing it for some music mag to stumble upon one day and scream: my God! This kid’s got style! Send him a cheque immediately!
Was I writing it for my 21 fans, 30 followers and 6 tumblr devotees? Was I fuck.
Or was I writing it for myself? Though it may have started that way, for the last three months, I don’t think so.
The internet gives all us young Hemingway-wannabes the chance to see our words in print (well, pixels), so we all claw our way round it to find our niche, even when it’s a subject we don’t really want to write about but feel like we should. Worse still, us bloggers practically hit the walls the moment we see that hit counter creep up – as if once a certain number of people have familiarised themselves with your Proustian analysis of last night’s episode of Mad Men, you’ll be discovered by some sweaty fat internet Simon Cowell who’ll pay you to do it forever.
Blogging. For making us think our opinions matter and we can make money from our thoughts? Fuck you.
So there you have it! Five reasons why the internet is keeping you unemployed. I would say disconnect your modem, but then where the fuck would you find the job ads? In a paper? What is this, 1946? Grow up.
