This is a first. It’s crazy. There were no new twitter memes last week. Nothing took off. Nothing was funny. Sure there were a couple things that inspired a few jokes here and there. Nancy Pelosi read a poem by a very Irish part of our lives, Bono. There were a couple gross videos making the rounds. The Kanye and Pete stuff escalated. But nothing grabbed us. Nothing was good. I’m not going to sit here and pretend anything reached the level of The Bus meme or even lesser trends. Each day had the promise of a new meme ready to take us by storm, and yet nothing did.
It makes sense when you consider all factors of life right now. I get it. It was spring break for most colleges. March Madness started this week. It was the double whammy holiday of Purim and St. Patrick’s day. Monday was the first day of Spring. Those events cover most major meme making demographics. We all deserve a break. In that break though we must remember, content suffers. It makes my job more difficult. Remember that the next time you want to “enjoy yourself”
Here’s this to tide you over until something good comes along:
TikTok
The idiots on TikTok are still posting away. Sure the quality has gone down and nothing is really top tier but we take what we can get. It has gotten so bad that we’re redoing discourse about Doja Cat’s “ain’t shit” almost a year later. It’s the exact same discourse from last time. Nothing about it is new. We will return to the content mines next week, hoping something worthwhile is going on.
I Wouldn’t Wish That On My Worst Enemy…
This one is fun as long as we keep it light. This is a classic example of people who spend too much time on the internet not understanding what it means to hate a celebrity for no good reason. It’s not fun to talk about a person who’s legitimately bad when we’re bringing up petty grievances. It shifts the conversation from indulging in bad habits to rightfully disliking someone. It’s the difference between the ease of talking shit versus carefully choosing your words to talk about the evils of the world. There’s a huge difference and I know which side I want to stay on. However the longer this goes on the more people shift away from celebrities and more towards actual people in their life who have done real harm. Come on, use a different trauma dump sound. Keep this one petty.
Sometimes in life we have to appreciate the older gentlemen who gave us kind words of encouragement. They were fixtures of our childhoods and often helped make space for us in a place we might not have felt welcome. Not all men are good or kind but the older gentlemen in Vermont who said “Thank you m’dear.” whenever I gave them directions were good to me and made my life a little easier. This trend makes me think of those times, when a wink and a wry smile from an octogenarian made the day a little brighter. Watch enough of them and you might start crying.
I don’t care if straight women are being homophobic about their boyfriends hanging out with their friends. Those are not waters I will ever be comfortable wading into. Not because I don’t have anything to say. It’s actually the opposite. I have too much to say and none of it falls under the purview of “my business”. These women are annoying but I’m sure if you dig a little deeper on any of these accounts you can doxx these girls for far worse crimes. Homophobia regarding male friendship is most definitely the tip of the iceberg. I’m not interested. Fight about something real or solve the epidemic of male loneliness.
I have complicated feelings about this one. On the one hand I think it’s ushering us toward a place in culture where people can stand behind their opinions because, based on their knowledge of material circumstances, this is what they’ve come to believe. Those beliefs are not measured on a scale of woke to unwoke or liberal to conservative, but based in reality or not based in reality. Finally admitting that labels we’ve attached no longer make sense. Especially when it comes to queer discourse that mostly happens on the internet. However I don’t like it because it’s March and Pride is three months away. We can’t do this now! We’re gonna burn out! Save your takes on microlabeling and bi-lesbains and pansexuality for June! We can’t do this all year long or there will be no queer community left. Save it for the stage, baby girl.