#clickworthy

[aarifmateen]

The Revisit with Scenery🌄 Camera :- AGC Gcam Lense :- UW Edited :- SnapSeed #k20photography #naturephotography #sceneryphotography #clickworthy (at Bahat Saradgi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoUd3oXJtqu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thatstormygeek]

Love this part of the quote from Niko Stratis:

It is very telling of the modern state of music and cultural journalism that they created a role SOLELY to report on the world's most clickworthy pop star and filled that role with a white guy in his mid-30s who doesn’t appear to come from a cultural criticism background. If there was ever a succinct critique of the whole farce of this position, it’s that Variety had an exclusive on his hiring. Most people are losing their jobs or in fear of being downsized and as cultural criticism – especially cultural crit that comes from under-represented and marginalized voices –  has been devalued and stripped away, Variety magazine has an exclusive look at the bland facade of the Taylor Swift reporter. 

If you told me they went through and looked for the most generic looking, forgettable person they could find and chose based on that, I wouldn't question it.

[pennstateuniversitypress]

The Fascinating Lens of Online Video

John Jordan, author of The Rise of the Algorithms, discusses short-form content, AI and privacy, and more.

If you look closely, online video is at or near the heart of several current, complex issues: the emergence of new dopamine-driven forms of engagement, the role of Internet technologies in geopolitics, AI, and privacy. TikTok, Twitch, YouTube, and their kin are shaping large segments of contemporary life. 

If we consider the history of music, technology has driven music to get shorter and shorter. Symphonies could run well over an hour, LP records had two twenty-minute sides, radio drove the rise of the three-minute single, and now TikToks are measured in seconds. The benefit of these brief “works” is that they give the viewer a series of chemical rewards, shortening attention spans for both entertainment and education. Just ask any teacher. (The music and cultural critic Ted Gioia has an excellent series of Substack posts on the topic.)

If we look back to the 1990s, considering Microsoft as an actor in geopolitics would have overstated the company’s role: its revenue and market capitalization were a fraction of, say, Ford’s, not to mention Exxon’s. But now Facebook measures its global user base in the billions, TikTok’s parent company ByteDance is the subject of both presidential and congressional threats, and YouTube wrestles with how to treat what might be satire in France but is considered heresy in the Arab world. Tech, including misinformation purveyed through it, sways elections, spurs boycotts, and challenges national norms.

Speaking of misinformation, AI is leading to creative uses of online video. Identifying and potentially removing fakes, whether in porn—ask Taylor Swift—or politics, grows more difficult every month as tools of synthetic creation outrun tools of detection. There might also be an emerging category of deep fakes used for good. Recently, a group of parents of children killed by gun violence created deep fakes of their children to create a message urging legislators to address the issue. Machine learning also powers the algorithms that feed us an endless stream of clickworthy content, so in many ways the history of AI is entwined with the development of online video.

Given the scale and ubiquity of online video, there are inevitably related privacy issues. YouTube was originally used to post videos intended for family and close friends, typically fewer than a hundred viewers. Now we have a system where viewers and followers are counted in the tens of millions. The kind of fame that Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson or a Kardashian brings to online video is markedly different from how people view Charli d’Amelio or Mr. Beast, who feel more relatable and inspire a false sense of familiarity. Creators in the latter vein frequently burn out from trying to satisfy the needs of their viewers for bigger stunts, better dances, edgier humor. Users also sacrifice privacy in return for ever more precisely targeted algorithmic clickbait.

All told, understanding online video gives one multiple insights into the state of politics, emotional health, and culture in the 2020s. It’s a fascinating lens, at once dynamic and enduring, personalized and massive, trivial and consequential.

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[katal0gue]

when i was in college, one of my professors drew a big distinction between journalism and academia as two institutions that put out periodicals about the topics sociologists deal with, and explained that academics' work is funded by university grants and doesn't need to be profitable and clickworthy in the same way that journalism does in order to exist. obviously he was biased, and trying to make a point about reliable sources about social topics, but it also got me thinking about the internet, particularly blogging, social media, and other forms of posting. right now, the internet as far as the average person can participate in it for free is more like journalism - you can make money from your work in the form of subscriptions (like patreon or substack) or advertising (influencer sponsorships) (there are also artists who do comissions and people who do ecommerce of course, but I'm focusing on non-fiction writing/presentations).

but what if it was more like academia? it's already true that a lot of ideas that are currently in academia originated on Tumblr. What if, for example, feminist vloggers and bloggers got grants to explore their ideas so that the focus could be on uncovering truth rather than getting views/being marketable? obviously this would require institutional funding and the money would have to come from somewhere but i think that, considering that academics are again already using ideas that emerged on blogs, it would be just as useful as funding humanities/social science academics

[aiyoutubetitlegeneratorfree]

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[cogbreath]

i hate the things people do to animals or lie about in regards to animals on youtube. like you mnow the ones that do fucked up shit with lizards or snakes or bugs or really all those types of animals.:.whixh u never do see this type of treatment and stuff regarding cats dogs rodents really ... i think that type of stuff relies on the fact that average person doesnt know how these animals are exactly supposed to be treated snd also that these animals dont express themselves outwardly very much so people cant really see that the animal is distressed but yeah it fucking sucks ans these channels get sooo many views and likes bc the content is i guess interesting or clickworthy or exciting to people but its literally just animal torture or some guy lying to you about something a pet can do ans then it leads to ppl trying to make their pet do it and its bad actually and yeah just really really mad about it so much

[aarifmateen]

[naradreamscape]

Major companies like Disney spend hours upon hours trying to generate the most clickworthy, popular shit in a human resources lab, meanwhile the two media most popular with young people this week are a 2000s PC game minigame where a monster gets its teeth brushed and a Soviet-era animated film about Treasure Island. I truly do love to see it

[hopelesshawks]

If you're still doing it, and if you feel inspired with the character : Bakugou Katsuki and the song "From Now On" from The Greatest Showman.

You can write with another character if this one doesn't inspire you!

Send me a song and a character (still open)

Ohhhh I love this!! Pro hero!Bakugo who let all the fame of being number 2 get in the way of his relationship me thinks. Thanks for sending this in 🥰

Bakugo used to love the fame and attention that came with being a top hero.

He used to love the way people would scream his name with stars in their eyes when they saw him; the way the idiots in suits over at the HPSC would congratulate him on his incident resolution rate; the way the press would sing his praises; the way his name sounded after the words Number Two Hero even though he’d much rather hear it after number one. He loved it all.

But you?

You fucking hated it.

You always said it was the worst part of hero work. The fans, the paparazzi, all of it grated on you. You hated that since Bakugo had cracked the top 10 you two couldn’t go on date night without getting blinded by cameras. You hated going to HPSC galas in an expensive outfit you’d never wear a second time, sipping overpriced champagne even though you’d be just as happy with something a tenth of the price. You hated that you couldn’t go on social media without seeing speculation about your relationship and your sex life literally everywhere or even worse hundreds of people all stating exactly why you weren’t good enough to be with the Bakugo Katsuki. But what you hated the most was the way Bakugo loved it; the way he preened under the praise, his chest puffing up with pride, ego absolutely blooming under all the superficial attention; the way he’d kiss you in front of paparazzi just so the headlines would be filled with mention of you being his. The rest you could deal with but it made your skin crawl how much he’d change when the public’s watchful eye was on him. At home he was the man you fell in love with, but the minute you left he regressed to the obnoxious asshole you’d first met during your first year at UA.

It was a recipe for disaster and in retrospect Katsuki really should’ve seen the break up coming. He can barely remember what had set off the argument in the first place, probably another gaudy headline or crude Twitter trend about the two of you. You’d been upset about it, raving about invasions of privacy and feeling violated and he’d been dismissive, the way he always was when it came to these things.

“It comes with the territory, just fuckin’ get used ta it already,” he had scoffed.

“The issue is you encourage it Katsuki! You care more about the fame and how good it makes you feel than you do how that added scrutiny makes me feel!” you fired back.

“Why can’t you just fucking deal with it??”

“I shouldn’t have to!”

“Well maybe if you did your fuckin ranking would be better!”

It was a low blow. Bakugo knew it then and he still knows it now. You try so hard to be the best hero you can be, but at the end of the day popularity plays a nontrivial role in the ranking system and being the “““just average””” significant other to one of Japan’s biggest rising stars isn’t a recipe for popularity.

“Get out….”

Your voice had been dangerously low. He’ll never forget the way it managed to sound both terrifyingly lethal and devastatingly heartbroken.

“Shit, wait (y/n) I didn’t mean that I-”

“I said get out!” you had yelled, voice quaking with pent up emotion as you started shoving him out the door. If he really didn’t want to move he could’ve easily resisted but at the time he’d been too shocked to even try, reeling backwards and letting you force him back into the hallway of your apartment building.

“Talk to me when Bakugo Katsuki comes back, I’m fucking sick of Pro Hero Dynamight,” you had said before promptly slamming the door in his face.

In the month that followed Katsuki threw everything into his work, taking longer shifts and pushing himself harder so that by the time he got home he was too beat up to feel the aching pain in his heart and too exhausted to notice his apartment didn’t feel like home the way yours did. He ignored the pitying looks from his friends, brushed off their concerned words and sympathetic gazes with grumbled “I’m fine”s and eye rolls. He filled the hole you left in him with the praise and admiration of the adoring public.

And then came the day you’d been warning him about since he first became a household name.

“The Cost of Victory: Pro Hero Dynamight destroys city during villain chase”

The story matched the headline, tallying up all of the damage he’d caused to buildings and other public property while trying to apprehend someone’s half ass attempt at recreating nomu. As shoddy as the thing was it could take a fucking hit and there was no denying the collateral damage was decently expansive. What the article failed to mention, however, was the amount of damage done before Bakugo had arrived on scene. It made sure to comment on the number of casualties in the incident but conveniently left out how much larger that number would be had Katsuki spent more time worrying about some stupid hunks of metal over catching the damn monstrosity and saving civilian lives. He guesses “Pro Hero Dynamight does his best despite being out gunned and having zero back up at his disposal” isn’t as catchy or clickworthy of a headline.

The very same websites showering him in praise just a day or two before now viciously rip into him. He can’t take a step outside his apartment without seeing article after article shredding him to pieces or getting a camera shoved into his face asking for comment on the criticism. His Twitter feed is full of former fans deriding him for falling short of perfection, calling him a narcissist, a showboat, a fucking menace to society as if he’s the sixteen year old kid chained up at the sports festival all over again. So he stops leaving his apartment entirely.

Kirishima is the one who finally gets him out again. The bar they go to is small, further away from the downtown area than most people are willing to stray. Between that and the fact it’s still relatively early in the evening, they have the place to themselves. The only other soul is the owner/bartender who seems entirely uninterested in the fact that Red Riot and Dynamight are patronizing his establishment. It’s perfect, giving Bakugo the space he needs to rant to his best friend. And rant he does. He lets it all pour out while he paces: the frustration, the rage, the disappointment, the guilt, until there’s nothing left in him except an aching sadness that has nothing to do with the fake fans and shitty headlines. “Y’know what the worst fuckin’ part is?” he rages, face red from bellowing for the past lord knows how long and tears already welling in his eyes at what he’s about to admit. Kirishima barely has time to ask what the worst part is before Katsuki is choking out around a frustrated sob “I wouldn’t even give a shit if I still had (y/n).”

Kirishima is out of his seat and pulling his friend into a hug in an instant. He lets Bakugo shake apart, doesn’t mind the tears soaking into his shirt or how tightly the other man is gripping onto him. He stands solid and firm, the same way he always has and always will for Katsuki until the sobs turn to hiccups. “They’re worried about you, you know,” Eijirou finally tells him. “Yea? How the fuck you figure that Shitty Hair?” Bakugo grumbles miserably into his shoulder. “They’ve called me every day since the article came out to check on you,” the red head admits and it’s enough to make Katsuki stiffen in his hold, scared to hope. “Really?” he asks, voice gruff but quiet. “Really. So are you gonna go to them or what?”

You’ve been staring at your phone for at least an hour, debating whether to call Bakugo or not, when a knock on your door snaps you out of your pained contemplation. You pull the long sleeves of the hoodie Bakugo gave you for your birthday down over your hands as you move to answer the door. Imagine your surprise when the very man who’d been plaguing your thoughts is the one standing outside your door. He looks rough. His hands are shoved into his pockets, back hunched over, face red and puffy, and even though he hasn’t looked you in the eye yet you can tell his are red rimmed. He’s been crying, you realize, and it breaks your heart a little. “Ya just gonna stand there or can I come in?” he asks and it snaps you out of your thoughts again. “Right yea sorry come in I guess,” you say, stepping out of the way to let him in.

He’s almost twitchy, like he wants to make himself comfortable the way he always used to but can’t. You wince a little when you realize it’s the correct assumption to make. Still he doesn’t say anything, he just stands there looking somehow simultaneously out of place and like he never left. “What are you doing here?” you finally sigh. “You said talk to you when Bakugo Katsuki came back and he—or I—or whatever did,” he mutters and a pang of something that feels suspiciously like guilt hits you at the words. “Oh… Is—is that all you wanted to say or?” He glares at a distant point over your left shoulder, presumably collecting his thoughts, before he finally meets your gaze. “Look I-” he breaks eye contact again, growling a little in frustration at himself as he continues to struggle to find words. You don’t say anything though, knowing he needs to work through it himself. “Things have been pretty shit for me lately,” he finally admits. You can’t help but scoff at the comment although one look at him and his pained expression has you regretting it. You clear your throat awkwardly. “Sorry, yea, keep going.”

He huffs before continuing and even though he still won’t meet your eyes you can tell how difficult this all is for him.

“Look things have been pretty fuckin’ shitty lately with everyone and their goddamn cousin in Japan hatin’ me but it’s made me realize some shit. I’ve been so fuckin’ focused on chasin’ the fame and the fans or whatever that I kinda forgot about the important stuff…”

He only trails off for a moment, steeling himself for whatever he’s about to say next. It’s almost funny how much it reminds you of him right before a big fight.

“But from now on,” he starts, finally meeting your gaze, puffing out his chest as if daring you to challenge whatever’s going to come out of his mouth next. “From now on I’m not gonna let all that stupid shit blind me alright? I promise, from now on I’m only focusin’ on the real people in my life, not the goddamn extras. Ok?”

His eyes are blazing as he finishes and it literally takes your breath away.

“Ok.”

“Ok, then….” he trails off, his eyes slide away again as his confidence wanes, “then can I come back home again?”

Your heart shatters and forms anew at the words as you find your feet moving before you’ve even told them to. You throw yourself into his arms, pulling him close, the jagged edges you both left in each other the night you broke up re-aligning and mending themselves. “Of course you can Katsuki, I’ve missed you,” you sigh, each word wrapped in relief and joy. “Fuckin’ missed you too dumbass,” he huffs back, although you don’t miss how wet it sounds. When you pull back it’s only a fraction and only so you can reel him in for a gentle kiss, pouring every missed I love you into it so there’s no room for doubting if you’ve truly forgiven him.

It’s a promise. A promise to do better from now on. And Katsuki means every single second of it.

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[mama-tumblz]

Something I've learnt in this fandom RE media: if you like it click it, if you don't don't click it. Only clickworthy stuff is published in the future.

Someone will copy and paste the content here. I don’t click on anything just in case it’s a good interview with a surprise ending like this one

[clickworthy851]

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[nicolae77-universe-blog]

Create Attention Grabbing Blog Post Headlines People Can't Help But Click.

[serenityyou]

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[sangennaro]

FILE UNDER BAD IDEAS

Help me understand where this goes. Content moderation, I mean, as a route to safety. What is the best case scenario?

If all undesirable opinions, speculations, exhortations, etc, were successfully deplatformed, what do we imagine happens to the people who would otherwise be posting those sentiments and/or liking those posts? Even the Capri Sun packet I threw away as a child still exists in the landfill. Surely we do not expect those people to convert: Even if this wasn't explicitly stated, there’s this whole persistent and adamant refusal to tweak our arguments to make them more persuasive to our foes, although it seems a bit tricky to see just where the line is between “I am certain no language exists that is capable of helping my foes comprehend my perspective” and “I don’t really have time to look for that language” or “Uncle Sam doesn’t condescend to diplomatic solutions in conflict with Evildoers so why should I?”

Anyways. It seems uncontroversial to assume that those cast out of mainstream culture will form a parallel community beyond the bounds of respectable society, like the drag queens or indie rockers did in the age before cell phones. Perhaps they will have to talk in code on clandestine networks-- More likely they will just congregate in spaces too low-budget to merit the notice of normal people.

In any case, even in the most successful imaginable moderation program, resulting in total absence of even the mildest troll from the internet, there still persists, untouched, the incentives for career journalists, politicians, activists, and click-harvesters to keep the most offensive activities of the outcasts summarized and sensationalized on our screens. Even if Facebook's own experts hadn't explicitly told us that outrage serves their business model better than any other audience reaction, we can predict much from legacy media's post-Trump slump and subsequent efforts to recreate the atmosphere enabled by his term in office. At a certain point, with the garbage odor of our foes' foul beliefs still polluting our feeds, it will be pointed out that those in charge are obligated to Do Better if we are to truly attain the safety we have been promised. What could that possibly mean? Broader standards for what isn't wiped off the internet, more punitive consequences for those that transgress? At a certain point, the bravest, most clickworthy take will inevitably be that the trash cannot be left to rot in the landfill, that the job must be pursued beyond the screen, that the Root Cause of garbage opinions and Literal Violence must be addressed. Responsible people, people who care about the safety of the Most Vulnerable, will demand that the authorities build an Incinerator. Or blast the human pollution into space, I guess?

Surely I must be the only one too dumb to see the less horrifying way we could get from where we are now to safety. Surely it must be so obvious that it doesn't even need to be explicitly described. Or was it illustrated once so effectively that no one else needs it explained again, or in more detail? Was I not online that day? Or is it understood and accepted that this is a permanent battle we will be fighting until the end of time? Are we hoping that our foes will fall down exhausted at some point, fated to fall first since they have neither Truth nor History on Their Side?

I used to have this boss who had a small, family business in a very old building, and didn’t really make enough money to pay the bills, the employees, the taxes, and also do all the escalating levels of preventative maintenance that buildings need as they age. Occasionally stuff would unexpectedly stop working right, jam, back up, spring a leak, etc. Every time this happened, we’d tell The Boss and regardless of what it is and how bad the problem looked-- could be the door not shutting all the way unless you pull it really hard, a funny taste in the diet soda, a urinal that’s pouring dirty water all over the floor, anything-- she’d immediately instruct us to carry out the easiest possible remedy, basically the “turn it off and turn it back on again” of doors or soda or urinals or whatever. Usually, it wasn’t enough to solve the problem, but on occasion it was. Whenever it wasn’t, she’d move on to the next least-time/effort/money-intensive fix. Sometimes we’d be a little aggravated that we’d have to go through so many hopeless-seeming steps before calling in a professional repairman with the proper tools and training to fix our shit. But, with some distance, I can see how, when you’ve got an old building that really isn’t ever going to stop falling apart at its leisure, it makes sense to try and get lucky with the most convenient solutions before lest you make too much of a big deal out of something that’s not as bad as it first looks.

Is that what we’re doing right now? Like, hoping that scorn and shunning might just do the trick, before we sigh and shrug and move on to putting real effort into being persuasive, and all that kinda High Road stuff that we admire when, you know, anybody other than us and our present mortal enemies are involved? Please, help my dumb ass understand where this goes.

[aarifmateen]

"Some times it's Rain Some times it's Pain You better know which is to hold and Which one is to let it go " #k20prophotography #naturephotography #Clickworthy https://www.instagram.com/p/CofFPwLJcHJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=