Burn
If a fireman gets rejected, is it still considered a burn? 🤔
Ninja---Sushi//20//French. My blog is where I dump all my Undertale art related projects. Fanfiction of mine are on Quotev; NinjaSushi. Example: The Human That Cared For The Game.
I think the real problem here is that big media corporations seem to believe that social media userbases are fungible, and persist in acting on this belief no matter how many times it’s demonstrated to be wrong.
There’s a specific pattern of events that plays out over and over (and over) again, and it looks something like this:
1. Social media platform becomes popular
2. Social media platform is purchased by big media corporation in order to gain access to it large user base
3. Big media corporation realises that social media platform’s demographics are not the demographics they want to sell things to.
4. Big media corporation institutes measures to drive away “undesirable” users, apparently in the honest belief that the outgoing users will automatically be replaced by an equal number of new, more demographically desirable users
5. This does not, in fact, occur
6. Social media platform crashes and burns
You’d think that, by the sheer law of averages, at least one person who’s capable of learning from experience would become involved in this whole process at some point.
I know there’s a lot of tension after Tumblr’s new policy annouced for December 17th, but reblog this if you aren’t leaving Tumblr so that other blogs can know they aren’t going to be completely alone!
Anonymous asked:
literalnobody answered:
I understand that, I totally get being proud of your ancestry but listen. There’s a difference between being proud of your heritage and researching it and using it to inform your origins, and actually believing that you are culturally and socially informed on the current lifestyle and climate of the country you are descended from. And my issue is, of course, with the latter.
I work in two stores: one is a tourist shop, so naturally I deal with people from all over the world. The other sells Aran sweaters. Both hugely frequented by Americans, and I am not kidding when I tell you that I have had people - who have never lived in Ireland, never been immersed in our culture or political environment - try to tell ME what being Irish means. I’ve literally had arguments with Americans who INSIST that we are still a part of Britain, or who believe that their interpretation of “Irishness” is more valid than, you know, the residents of the country.
I’ve had an American woman tell me that I’m pronouncing the name of the city I live in wrong (Galway, pronounced Goll way but according to her the entire city population is wrong and it’s pronounced Gah-la-way). I’ve had people tell me that I’m not really Irish if I don’t wear wool sweaters (my boyfriend is allergic to wool and also I don’t feel like handwashing every laundry batch). I had a man tell me to my face, completely serious, that “You don’t understand the authentic Irish experience” because I don’t drink Guinness.
So naturally, when Americans say they are “Irish” as though their national identity somehow suplexes mine, I get a little antsy.