Doubling Down on Being Human
A response from creators to our AI-infected realm
Existential crisis anyone? This AI jam reminds me of when as a young beauty I went to a men’s gay nightclub in Sydney Australia. Trying to get served at the bar, squashed between cowboys with protein shake biceps and drag queens as tall as Godzilla, and for the first time in my life, I noticed I wasn’t getting noticed. Usually, a barman would zone in on me. But here I could’ve been waving an SOS flag and still be ignored. Being a pretty young female had zero pull. I was obsolete.
An estimated 62% of jobs will be taken over by AI. Don’t ask me where I got that figure. I can’t remember. I am only human.
But you don’t need me to tell you — that we don’t know what the realm will look like in ten years. How do you prepare for the robot apocalypse?
Especially as a content creator.
I recently renewed my enthusiasm for content creation. I decided to really- truly-madly-deeply make a go of it. To write my heart out, to play with language, to create glorious stories! Like the Katherine Mansfield quote.
Oh to be a writer. A real writer!
But is there any point? Ads pop up a dozen times a day for AI-generated e-books. AI-generated Shopify stores. AI-generated pretend…
