… Twitter. I should Tweet this, I thought, and then wondered why I felt the need to share it at all. If a Tweet falls in the shower and no one is around to RT, was it really that good a thought? What a strange way to live, constantly commodifying one’s own inner world.
We often imagine the inevitable future tech dystopia will be cold, populations marching under the eye of sterile robot overlords, our speech monitored and scrubbed of sentiment and intonation. Increasingly, though, it seems like we’re hurtling toward the opposite: A singularity of smarm, where performative — maybe even excessive — intimacy is the order of the day.