listen to me. are you listening? tiktok is not uniquely anything when it comes to the internet. it is a tool and a platform like any other, used by all kinds of people—by nearly every kind of person or entity to whom it is available, in fact! and while what the u.s. government is doing right now to force the ownership of the company to change hands is bad and happening for the wrong reasons, to put it mildly—
claiming that the u.s. establishment is interested in shutting down tiktok because its been sooooo good and revolutionary for progressive/left-wing organizing is uhh. horse shit. that's not true. everyone uses tiktok. you, statistically, probably use tiktok. so do some of the congresspeople endorsing legislation that might end in tiktok being banned. so do right-wing influencers and terfs and trad-wives. just like everyone uses every other social media site.
don't fall into that trap of thinking that just because you and the people in your circle use this tool for good, that this tool is only used for good. it is actually just a tool for everyone!
here's an excerpt from a book called, The Wires of War, by Jacob Helberg which, if you're interested in why the u.s. congress is actually pulling this shit with tiktok, is a great read. this excerpt follows a section where Helberg described the role social media played in the Arab Spring in 2011. emphasis mine.
It would be several years before the 2016 election awakened the West to the ways in which the Internet could exploit the vulnerabilities of their societies. But for the autocrats in Bejing, Moscow, and Tehran, the Arab Spring was a technological awakening of their own. Seeing other repressive governments around the world crumble, illiberal regimes in Russia and China accelerated their treatment of the information space as a domain of war. "Tech-illiterate bureaucrats were replaced by a new generation of enforcers who understood the internet almost as well as the protesters," write Singer and Brooking in their book, LikeWar: The Weaponization of Social Media. "In truth, democratic activists had no special claim to the internet. They'd simply gotten there first. "
Sometimes a mistake goes from thought to action to twisted stomach to needing to projectile vomit across the room in less than a minute. And when that sickly tasting saliva bubbles up in your mouth, all metallic and sour, you know what’s coming. Face flushed and skin clammy, you could either pace around your space like a caged animal trying to repress your body’s signal that something has gone horribly, terribly wrong or… You could taste the spit mixing with the hint of bile that’s wafting from your esophagus and understand that your body has effectively communicated danger, and you could listen.
Definition: Subconscious visceral reactions refer to instinctive, immediate, and often involuntary responses elicited by external stimuli, which occur without conscious awareness but deeply influence one’s feelings, emotions, or preferences.
Nature: These reactions stem from the subconscious mind, drawing upon past experiences, learned behaviors, and innate instincts. They bypass conscious cognitive processing, manifesting as swift and sometimes inexplicable emotional or physical responses.
Characteristics:
• Involuntary: They occur without conscious intent or awareness, bypassing deliberate thought processes.
• Instinctive: Rooted in primal instincts and learned responses acquired over time.
• Influence: Subtly shape one’s emotions, likes, dislikes, and immediate perceptions without conscious reasoning.
Example: An individual might instantly feel unease when encountering a certain smell or perceive an instant liking for a particular person without consciously understanding the reasons behind these reactions, which are driven by subconscious visceral responses.
Philosophically, this phenomenon could be approached from various angles. It might fall under the purview of philosophical discussions on the nature of consciousness, perception, and the mind-body relationship.
One term that might encompass this topic is “phenomenology”. Phenomenology delves into the study of how phenomena are experienced or perceived, exploring the immediate and direct experiences of consciousness. Within this field, the examination of subconscious visceral reactions could involve understanding how these reactions shape our immediate experiences and influence our conscious perceptions without our explicit awareness.
probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
But between smuggling a toddler out of the League of Assassins, trekking halfway across the world, and finding a suitable hiding place that’s also child friendly… well, it kind of slipped his mind that he’s supposed to be… dead.
Something that comes back to bite him in the ass when he takes Dami out for some ice cream and just so happens to run into non other than Brucie-fucking-Wayne