Run Your Own Race

You know what really grinds my gears? The whole damn illusion that being a content creator is some ticket to freedom. It's like folks traded one master for another, only this one demands they perform 24/7. “Be authentic,” they say. “Just be yourself,” they say. But what they really mean is, “Be marketable.”

Every time someone sits down to create, there's this nagging voice in the back of their head whispering about engagement rates, SEO, and goddamn algorithms. It's exhausting. We were sold this dream that if we just followed our passions, we could break free from the chains of traditional work. But let's be real – it's still capitalism, baby, and it’s still a grind.

I see people who used to create for the sheer joy of it, now caught in the hamster wheel of likes, shares, and comments. It’s never enough. They’re always chasing the next big thing, the next follower, the next bit of validation from a faceless crowd.

And don’t even get me started on the craven influencers who’ll promote any goddamn thing put in front of their faces. It’s gross. Marketing is gross. Content creation is just advertising dressed up as art. These poor kids are acting like it's art, pouring their souls into it, thinking they’re creating something meaningful. WTAF?

It's telling that people call themselves content creators and not actors, dancers, artists, or even people. And what is content, anyway? It’s not called dancing, acting, or singing because it has components of those things, and some of those people may be very good at those things, but what they're making is content. Not art. Content. What is content? It's such a blank, vapid, empty, meaningless word. Content is just... stuff. It's junk food. It's fun and it's yummy and we love it, but it does nothing for us and often even harms us.

And for what? To line the pockets of the big tech companies who profit off their creativity while they’re left scrambling for scraps? It’s like a digital sweatshop where the currency is mental health. Yeah, it’s a bit dramatic, but so is this whole charade.

So here’s my rant for the day: being a content creator isn’t freedom. It’s just capitalism with a prettier mask. I watch people struggle to create because some algorithm demands it. Screw the numbers. Real freedom is creating because you love it, not because you have to meet some arbitrary metric.

Maybe that’s the real revolution – reclaiming creativity from the clutches of this exploitative system and making meaning, not money.

Until next time, Lotte


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I have this problem. I've written before about how I eschew social media nowadays, etc, etc, etc... but bad habits are very hard to drop, especially when “being on the internet and talking to people” is the one thing I've consistently done for the last 32 years of my life. However, after two years off... whenever I try to go back to any sort of community, I literally get sick and stay sick for the remainder of the day. I hate it.

Where to start...

Okay, so I check the Etsy forums in the mornings because the news always sucks and my primary vocation is a tiny business I run on Etsy. I want to know what's happening in my business world. However, I know this is folly. The Etsy forums are a barely-moderated nightmare full of angry jackals looking to tear apart anyone who asks any sort of question. The names that pop up and do the tearing apart are always the same names, too... how do these people have the time?

I don't go in there expecting people to be nice to me or expecting to see nice and kind and flowery things, either. I go in there knowing what I'm going to see, prepared to be the Jackal Destroyer. For I am an angry jackal on the internet, too... I'm just angry at all those other jackals... the ones that make everything Not Very Fun AT ALL.

But being an angry jackal doesn't feel good. My body releases a shit-ton of whatever chemical comes about when you're preparing to fight. I can feel it flooding my system. Maybe it's adrenaline because after I come down, I feel shaky and kind of sick to my stomach and a little dizzy like I do after some near miss in my car or some similar adrenaline-spiking moment.

Except in those instances there's a spike and then it falls. When I'm arguing with jackals on the internet, it's a constant flow coursing through my body, and it just keeps making me feel sicker and sicker until I lose most of my day. I'd say this was a recent development, but I know it's not... it just wasn't until recently until I experienced life without that feeling.

It's gross, too, because I feel it a little right now, even though I know anyone reading this can't respond to it and make me feel like shit with their jackal-y answer. I gotta wonder... who else feels like this every day and doesn't even know it's interacting with the internet that's causing it? Doesn't know that they can get relief by stepping away?

I mean, relief from that, but not from the very human desire to want to reach out and be a part of a community of people who will support you and be kind to you, even when you're wrong. That's the kicker, right? It's easy to be kind to people when they're right. It's hard to be kind to them when they're wrong. Even harder to be gracious when you realize you were wrong.

Which is why I think so many people are so confidently wrong about things... and I'm not talking things that contain the nuance of opinion. I'm talking about things like verifiable, factually correct concrete parts of our world that can easily be looked up on the computer in everyone's pockets. They don't want to be wrong because they don't like how it feels.

This also explains a lot about why my mom never took accountability or apologized to me when she was wrong. She was always the type of person to make emotional decisions and then to never ever ever re-examine those decisions in less emotional contexts. I've found that's a common denominator among a lot of people raised in dysfunctional families of one form or another.

I'm pretty sure it's why soooooooo many people on the internet would rather just be angry wrong jackals and lash out at anything and everyone... and what I've discovered is that even being an angry RIGHT jackal doesn't actually do any good because just like my mom, all of these folks don't want to feel the discomfort of admitting they were wrong. There's no way to 'fix' these folks, no way to get them to see reason, no way to help them understand that what they're doing is just making the whole community worse and unusable.

The only winning move is not to play the game.

That sucks.

It sucks because there was a time, some 30 years ago, when the bright-eyed, idealistic, eternally hopeful young me looked at the possibilities of the future of the internet with glee and excitement. I was weird. I was different. I could find all my weird and different people online. This was great!

Capitalism destroys everything, though. It's made people believe they never have to experience discomfort, which has just led to everyone experiencing pain. Cool. Cool cool cool cool.


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This past Sunday, while many people were giving their moms bouquets, taking them out to brunch, and celebrating them with flowery posts on social media, I was sitting on my back porch repeatedly going through the 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 grounding exercise I learned in therapy to stop a welling panic attack. It worked for a short while, but the panic attack eventually won out. This doesn't happen every Mother's Day, but it often does. If I could have my druthers, I'd spend all that time thinking about the grandmother who gave me a safe space away from my mom instead of my mom, but the pervasive nature of her emotional abuse means I seldom get away from her for long.

My mother abuses me by undermining me in every way possible, and the more I cut her out of my life, the more she hones in on my deepest fears and does her level best to make them come true. It's been close to fifteen years since I last talked to her. I wrote a post about how my grandfather's death at age eight played into my eventual atheism, and that prompted a several-page scathing email from my mother, who told me I was fake, that I put on “airs,” that I harmed HER by thinking of my grandfather as just dead and gone, and so on and so forth...

We briefly repaired our relationship, but then Obama got elected, and every conversation ended up with one or both of them trying to shove extremist right-wing propaganda down my throat and belittling me for the very principles I live my life by. I tried to invite them to my wedding with a simple request... we don't talk about politics. It took months for them to reply, but the reply was from my father refusing to honor that request and giving me a lecture on how socialism would never work.

Two years ago, my dad died of Alzheimer's at 69. He had been battling the disease for six years before his death. During that same period, I was going through breast cancer. No one in my family contacted me. For all I know, my dad told them not to reach out, knowing that my biggest fear was not getting to say goodbye to my loved ones before they died. My mom, my brother, his wife, and all of my extended family who knew... none of them reached out to me. Not once.

It hurt so badly when I found out he died through a lawyer who contacted me because he died without a will (six years, no will, WTF). What followed was a protracted legal struggle where I had to untangle my mom's lies to try and figure out what was going on. I still don’t know how I'm expected to mourn the loss of a man who apparently didn’t think I was worthy enough to say goodbye to.

And about a decade before that, the only person in my family who consistently gave me love was my grandmother. She provided me a safe space away from my family without me even knowing it. She never badmouthed my shitty mom despite apparently very much disliking her. My grandma was amazing. They let her die without telling me, too. What kind of monsters do this, and why the fuck am I expected to forgive them?!

The lack of support for estranged children is glaring. Society romanticizes the idea of family, often ignoring the painful realities of those whose families are a source of trauma rather than love. There’s a pervasive narrative that family bonds are unbreakable, and any rupture is seen as a personal failing rather than a survival tactic. It’s infuriating that roughly 26.5 million people in the US (and that's a conservative estimate) are struggling with family estrangement, and no one gives a shit. We’re left to fend for ourselves in a society that values the illusion of perfect family harmony over the truth of our experiences.

Why Society Fails Us: 1. Idealized Family Image: Society clings to the ideal of the perfect family. Holidays like Mother’s Day and Father’s Day reinforce this, leaving those of us estranged feeling alienated and defective. 2. Blame and Shame: Estranged children are often blamed for the breakdown of the relationship. We’re seen as rebellious, ungrateful, or even selfish. The reality is usually far more complex, often involving patterns of emotional abuse, manipulation, and in my case, extreme ideological differences. 3. Lack of Awareness and Resources: There’s minimal awareness or resources available for estranged children. Support groups and therapy can help, but they’re not widely publicized or easily accessible. 4. Medical History: Estrangement often means losing access to family medical history. This is crucial information that can affect healthcare decisions. When your family medical history abruptly ends, it complicates dealing with your own medical issues and leaves you in the dark about potential genetic risks.

The psychological toll of estrangement is profound. The constant feeling of ostracization and the emotional abuse that often precedes it can lead to anxiety, depression, and panic attacks. Society’s failure to acknowledge and support estranged children only exacerbates these issues. According to a study from the University of Cambridge, around 1 in 5 families experience estrangement, and those who are estranged often report high levels of psychological distress, with 77% of estranged individuals dealing with mental health issues like anxiety and depression (source). This means that in the United States alone, approximately 26.5 million families are affected by estrangement.

A Message to Fellow Estranged Children: To anyone reading this who’s in the same boat, know that you are not alone. It’s estimated that millions of adults are estranged from their families. Your feelings are valid, and it’s okay to grieve the family you wish you had. It’s okay to set boundaries to protect your mental health. You deserve to be treated with respect and love, and it’s not your fault if your family can't accept you for who you are.

Estrangement is a complex and deeply personal journey, and there’s no one-size-fits-all solution. Be gentle with yourself. Seek out friends and chosen family who uplift and support you. Find communities, online or offline, where you can share your story without judgment. Your worth isn’t defined by your biological family’s acceptance or rejection.

Remember, you have the right to create a life filled with people who love and appreciate you for who you truly are. It’s a tough road, but your well-being and happiness are worth it. Keep moving forward, one step at a time.


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  • PolitiFact – A fact-checking website that rates the accuracy of claims by elected officials and others on its Truth-O-Meter.
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  • Full Fact – The UK's independent fact-checking organization.
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I live less than 30 miles from one of the largest Marine bases in the country. For the last week, they have been using mortars and heavy artillery on their base, and the sound echoes through our canyons and valleys—all night, sometimes all day as well. This week, they've switched to high explosive munitions.

Boom goes the war machine.

Heavily armed and armored police have descended on many anti-war protests at our colleges. These are people who want the eradication of the Palestinian people to stop. They are peace protestors—people who truly believe that two wrongs don't make a right, tired of funding the war machine, who actually pay attention and dig deep into these conflicts and know what's happening in Gaza is just genocide under a different name.

Boom goes the war machine.

Politicians, cops, sycophants—all are lying about who the protesters are, what they want, and what they're doing. The media has no courage anymore. They can only call them 'Pro-Palestinian Protestors.' Fuck. Call them what they are: Peace protestors. And the counter-protestors? They're not Pro-Israel counter-protestors; they're Pro-War counter-protestors.

Boom goes the war machine.

If we ever had any moral ground to stand on, it was all pissed away a long, long time ago. It can be debated as to when, but I really think it comes down to dropping the bomb. That decision came down to a desire to send Stalin a message by taking Japan before he could get there. The moment we chose to drop those bombs, we lost. We lost it all. If we ever had it in the first place. We could have learned from that experience and never again allowed civilian casualties to be an acceptable trade-off for defeating an enemy.

But we didn't.

Boom goes the war machine.

So now how can we ask Israel to do the right thing when we're so fucking incapable of doing the right thing ourselves? Time and again, conflict after conflict, small wars, big wars, wars for oil, and for land, and for retribution, all killing tens of thousands of regular people who had nothing to do with any of that. Over and over, the bloody red, white, and blue. Emphasis on the bloody.

Boom goes the war machine.

Of course, then, we'll now give away money and weapons to other countries massacring whole populations. Why not? If we don't defend the lie, we're going to have to answer a whole lot of questions.

Boom goes the war machine.


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  • PolitiFact – A fact-checking website that rates the accuracy of claims by elected officials and others on its Truth-O-Meter.
  • AP Fact Check – Associated Press journalists fact-check claims in news stories, including statements by public figures and viral content.
  • Full Fact – The UK's independent fact-checking organization.
  • The Washington Post Fact Checker – Known for its Pinocchio ratings, it evaluates the truthfulness of political claims.
  • Reuters Fact Check – Offers a range of fact-checking services that debunk misinformation across various topics.
  • BBC Reality Check – Provides fact-checking services that clarify claims seen in news stories and on social media.

I'm coming up on the two year anniversary of deleting my last social media account – Facebook, which also nuked my Instagram account that I never actually used. I don't remember the exact date, but it was in May. I was going through absolute hell. We were renting a condo in a private community with a beautiful view, but neighbors who treated us poorly because were “just renters”. We were trying to save enough money to get a downpayment on a home, but COVID and other complications made it so we were only about halfway to our goal.

Then one of the owners decided she wanted to live there after her and her husband separated during COVID. Rent prices were sky high, I'd just found out my estranged dad died after a six year battle with Alzheimer's and not a single member of my immediate or extended family reached out to me. It was extremely stressful, and social media algorithms were digging into the worst part of me and keeping me in a nonstop stress cycle.

I knew something had to give. I'd already been spinning down my social media accounts. Google Plus, where I'd been a very active public personality was long gone by then. I'd deleted my Twitter account after getting attacked for helping a friend who had been brutally abused by her husband. I'd turned off all notifications, taken the app off my phone, reduced the number of friends I had down to about a hundred, used a number of browser extensions to wipe out unwanted content... but that wasn't enough.

The algorithm still found ways to consistently show me things I couldn't resist responding to with anger and outrage. I was living in painful hardcore stress 24/7 and at least some of it was self-inflicted because I'd bought into the idea that social media helped me socialize with friends who had become my support network. It's helpful! I have friends in niche places! I can't leave my friends behind!

Then one day, I flamed out in a way I knew was going to send me to my third stint in Facebook Jail. In a thread about domestic abuse, I uttered the words, “Men are trash.”, a phrase anyone who knows anything about Facebook moderation knows will send you straight to the jail because Facebook treats men as a protected group. I caught a 30-day ban for groups, and a 3-day ban from anything else. I realized I'd done that on purpose. I wanted out, but I didn't know how to leave... so after the ban came up, I said my goodbyes and left.

I gave my so-called friends information on how to keep in touch with me. Messaging apps, my email address, and a private Discord server I've since deleted. Only a handful of people actually did this... and by then I'd pared my list of friends down to people I'd actually interacted with in the real world, so it's not like these were just faceless internet users.

It was hard for me to not take that personally and be constantly bitter about it... but, through time and healing I've come to forgive them because it's not their fault. Humans are biologically hardwired to want to be liked, and social media relentlessly and unethically exploits those instincts. That validation treadmill keeps them scrolling and occupied, leaving them time for little outside the bubble world created by social media.

At first, it felt lonely and I often had a deep fear that I was missing something. Drama happened. Activism happened. I missed all of it. I longed to be back, but every time I got weak I just thought about that last interaction I'd had, about “Men Are Trash”, and I can't go back. I just can't. About a year in, that longing disappeared. About a year and half in, I could feel the hold of needing validation let go. Two years in, I feel more free than I can remember. I love it.

Life is still stressful. We made it out of all the bad crap two years ago just barely. We managed to swing buying a home, but we had $56 in all our bank accounts for a month. I got a little bit of closure with my dad, though there will always be the sting of not getting to say goodbye. I'm winging it on the whole mourning thing... but what I'm saying is that we got through the rough time and into other rough times and past those and so on... and while there has been stress and there has been struggle, there hasn't been so much that I feel I can't handle it.

The friends who didn't bail on me were some of my best friends as it was and our relationships just got better. I have more time to create things and take care of things and experience the world, and that's precious. Life is never perfect, and we live in harsh times, but I've finally gotten a wish I've had since I was a teenager... a voice in my head disappeared... the one that said...

“What will other people think?”

...about literally everything I did or said. I've been on vacations and to shows and gone on walks and experienced both every day and extraordinary things without feeling like I need to bottle that experience up and share it with the world to gain approval. I'll be honest... I feel like I'm getting away with something. In a world where social media is becoming mandatory, I've stolen back feelings and emotions I don't have to share with anyone at all except the people with me.

I can't wait to see what three years brings.


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  • Snopes – A well-known resource for validating and debunking urban legends, rumors, and news stories.
  • FactCheck.org – A project of the Annenberg Public Policy Center that checks the factual accuracy of U.S. political claims.
  • PolitiFact – A fact-checking website that rates the accuracy of claims by elected officials and others on its Truth-O-Meter.
  • AP Fact Check – Associated Press journalists fact-check claims in news stories, including statements by public figures and viral content.
  • Full Fact – The UK's independent fact-checking organization.
  • The Washington Post Fact Checker – Known for its Pinocchio ratings, it evaluates the truthfulness of political claims.
  • Reuters Fact Check – Offers a range of fact-checking services that debunk misinformation across various topics.
  • BBC Reality Check – Provides fact-checking services that clarify claims seen in news stories and on social media.