ByCharlotteFinn

A skunk in the hedgehog's dilemma

Award winning writer and critic, accountant, and also skunk furry. I write BRAND ECHO with Ing and I write other things at other places. Mostly SFW, but minor DNI anyways



ByCharlotteFinn
@ByCharlotteFinn

Nudged my Cohost+ up to ten clams a month.

This is exactly the place I need, and I've decided: it's worth passing up the occasional bit of crappy food.


ByCharlotteFinn
@ByCharlotteFinn

For the past 18 months I have been letting out the Cohost Exhale.

Those of you who've done it, know all about it; that slowly dawning realization that all the silly little games people play with policing likes, with chasing engagement, with treating social media as a game everyone loses, of realizing that we gave ourselves to machines designed to manipulate us in genuinely hurtful ways, to make us addicted, to damaging our self-esteem?

Here, all that is gone. And I can exhale.

A tweet made in jest some years ago said words to the effect of "how date you leave Twitter for your mental health. Stay here and be miserable like the rest of us." It's jest, of course, but like the best jests, it's a little too close to the truth. That's what Twitter is. The misery engine. It's built to be the misery engine because misery drives engagement, which drives ads and data collection, which drives the site.

Cohost is choosing otherwise. It's a necessary choice. It's a choice I value greatly. It's a choice that has, no joke, genuinely allowed me to start a prolonged period of healing that has left me feeling incredible.

So yeah. I'll pay ten bucks a month for social media that doesn't make me want to hurt myself. It's worth it.


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