#qwality qontent

[macademia-nut]

ai as the rebirth of art

I'm sitting in my office listening to some 70's revival/old bluegrass. I'm wearing a shirt with a print on it I bought at some niche site when I was 14. I don't play video games often, but when I do, it's those with an story to tell - how disco elysium is Eastern Europe The RPG. I have a controversial opinion on AI art, and all the artistic seethe it's brought about.

On the music, I have fallen down some algorithmic rabbithole after following the recommendation of my friends. On the surface, it's a post-ironic enjoyment of music created from the heart at a time when the american heart was unbothered. But the original enjoyers of this music were people in bars and concerts and getting tapes from their friends. There was heart in it, I mean to say; everyone who came into contact with it did so because someone they had an emotional dynamic with thought they should, a network of relationships going back to the original creator (the bluegrass fits that description slightly better, I'll admit). The shirt I still own because someone I cared about thought it fit my vibe. Because it was part of my phase of self-definition. Disco Elysium written to fail, but written from the heart.

'But macademia," you may say, "we're all perfectly aware of emotionality being the only true connection one has to art- what does AI have to do with it?"

Because, dear imaginary conversationalist taking my words genuinely, 70s music in the 70s wasn't actually *good*. It was cringe and weird and different. It was, dare I say it, based on the context, kind of bad. But someone sang it to someone else. Someone was talking to someone else in it.

I'm sure you've noticed that there isn't quite anything like subcultures anymore. All modern punks are posers; everyone is trying to fit a look they saw somewhere else. Sure, all creation is imitation; but through inspiration, not through complete access to replication. The internet doesn't really let you be an individual as much as you're just influenced by the thoughts of someone else; ultimately, an advertiser. The purchasing of personality, you and I know this whole bit.

Who is the professional creator in this context? The writer, the corporate artist, the movie director?

Heartless. Content-creators. They're at risk of AI generation taking their jobs because what they're doing isn't Art. Art is communication from the heart; it's ugly, it's bad, it's personal and different and cringe. It's something you show someone that they love because you made it, and the essence of you and your emotionality are visible in every line of it. Art is what you keep despite that, what you share because of it. Sure maybe these creators in hollywood are writing to their mothers or the one who got away- but the rest of us don't have any feeling for it. We're not connected to that social network.

"Okay, sure, but the AI-"

Content for the sake of content is dead.

Every random asshole can create something half-decent, play with it, manipulate it, and leave it behind without engaging in Content.

The only thing that has value is that which has heart.

"Okay, but you like DE- it was still advertised to you through something like steam, or word of mouth - it's not AI generated either- what gives? You're not personally tied to the artist's social network, you're just the target audience."

Ah, but wouldn't it be so much better if I was?

[macademia-nut]

nothing quite like seeing women your age sadgirlposting post-motherhood to make you want to get your mental together before you fuck around and end up actually married

[macademia-nut]

slowly realizing all men are just kinda autistic

[macademia-nut]

I picked rock because I expected everyone to pick the bottom two because they assume everyone else will pick the first one due to proximity. Further, you may notice that the average "purposeless" poll is a bellcurve with a tail towards the top, reinforcing this theory.

You can't assume studies with a physical component (rock feels strong because fist) carry across to the digital realm.

My strategy (user interface use analysis) is obviously superior.

[macademia-nut]

https://hindenburgresearch.com/adani/

finally some poc representation in corporate fraud 😤 taking the white out of white collar crime 💞

[macademia-nut]

it is with great sorrow that I must announce that this guy is kinda growing on me

hes like 12 years older and slept with some 50 something women though which is a degree of sluttiness and general age difference that is exceptionally off putting

and has a kid

but hes neat and we talk about politics

he did propose to me one time but this is to be put in the context that he was thinking he might get deployed

I dont know if hes more green or red flags. hes got good vibes sometimes but is also ocassionally sus af

also hes been kinda into me for like a year or two and says he hasnt been a ho since then which is nice of him

[macademia-nut]

of course you have mommy issues, darling, I said to him. we all do.

[macademia-nut]

I honestly think the disagreement begins at where 'you' starts.

ie, pro choice people would say a clump of cells isn't 'them' without their mind in it, their capacity to perceive the world and consciously exist - so an active brain, whatever that may entail at the fetal stage. while pro life people would say that even if the self in question is a yet-uncommunicating collection of cells, it's still fundamentally them - generally stated as genetic uniqueness or capacity to become a person, but largely implied as a soul. similar to the "if you had not eaten breakfast" meme - if you were killed before you could experience anything as a collective being, including emotion, would you be mad about it? one group sees it as equivalent to being mad about the hypothetical idea of their parents never meeting, and the other sees it as being mad about being a victim of infanticide.

but let's go with a different example, to illustrate the divide.

it's technologically possible to create a zygote from a tissue sample. the only thing holding science back is ethics. so where, in the steps between "a hole punch size sample of my skin" and "fetus with a brain" would a distinct person start?

I know Im a broken record but interacting with that autism creature got me thinking about my argument some more. Hear me and my broken recordness out.

Alright so every human began as a fetus. A fetus has no choice of how they end up and where they end up.

Not to sound like a boomercon, but if you cannot believe that the fetus has a right to be born, that means you do not believe you yourself had the right to be born and could have at anytime ended up in a medical waste bin.

For something you had 0% control in and were arguably coerced into.

Ergo people who argue that a woman has a right to terminate a pregnancy for any reason means they themselves cannot feel anything at the fact their mom could have killed them at anytime.

Which is, you know, psychotic.

[macademia-nut]

for the purposes of this mental health exercise, Im going to imagine people love me unconditionally.

[macademia-nut]

Im just so afraid of doing something wrong or doing the wrong thing. Im afraid of being laughed at, made fun of for trying and failing. youre not really allowed to fail as a woman, or do badly, or just do something wrong. youre supposed to have predicted all the consequences in advance.

Im not very good at doing my best and letting myself fail. I know we're supposed to. I'm just not very good at it.

I could think up any number of reasons why Im like that. but its just this tension in my heart, of always having been weird and different as a kid, always having to protect myself from peers and adults alike

he wants to learn my language and I told him if he wants to do something meaningful, to learn about something I care about instead. theres a neat guy in my hinge dms. moreso, I know even if I am alone, I will be okay. Ill exercise, enjoy some nice soup, go to the sauna, relentlessly pursue the questions I want to see myself answer in the world.

what really scares me isnt being alone. its dizzying that people might want to be there with me for it. I dont know how to be seen, watched, observed. I dont know how to see the attention of others as anything but terrifying, a negative, a threat.

[macademia-nut]

The way I choose to live has benefits to me. The way others choose to live benefits them. I've encountered enough moments where girls who sleep around have more energy and zest than me to understand why they choose to live as they do, and what I give up - and the personality that I take on- in the process of being picky and complacent wuth celibacy. In the current social zeitgeist it's me that takes on the social shame for this, so you may want to re-evaluate how you assign guilt.

On this subject only the choices men made in their pasts affects me, so that's who I bully and why I bully them - they've shown a fundemental disagreement with my approach to life, and until they can justify themselves to the values that I hold, I'm going to continue. I don't shame people out of spite, I just regularly recall points of disagreement.

I'm looking for someone with the same cost/benefit evaluation as me, but I'm fully aware I'm a fairly strange person and will likely be left to my own devices in the process. Fuckboys and tradguys tend to find me equally disagreeable, for the record.

It's not an ethereal SoCiEtY you're arguing with or for. Each person is making a cost-benefit analysis, conciously or not, to become the kind of person they desire to be. Trying to shame people is what's gotten us this far - have you tried actually demonstrating competitive benefits?

Warning: I do slut shame.

[macademia-nut]

I'm not being squishy lol I'm being effective.

Shame breeds resentment. Shame establishes an ingroup and an outgroup, and feeds - rather than attenuates - psychological disorders that thrive off of victimization. Every single anxious mess of a woman out there with BPD and a sexcel a mile long was shamed for her behaviour, probably by someone who loved her but didn't know how to express it, and doubled down.

No, you don't shame them. You keep them in your ingroup, and laugh at the idea. You reject the thought, not the person.

"Lol girl why are you pining for that guy cant you see he's playing with you?" " "Yeah sleeping around is an interesting concept but you know I like, want to enjoy sex" "skill issue" "yeah worrying about the attitudes of mid men is boring Id rather do my hobbies" "imo love makes sex better" "your boss' husband looked at her like shes the best thing hes ever found? dont you want to wait for that? I keep that as my standard tbh" "just do better lol" etc. Similarly how I don't fat shame, I make fun of the choices it takes to be fat. Ocassionally, I give tips disguised as personal stories - "yeah its super annoying to catch yourself snacking when you're just thirsty".

Ultimately it puts them at the crossroads of spending their lives thinking up cope for their choices or not making them, and living like you instead. Because you're a role model by being a happier person who's there for them xoxo

You just have to know how to be dismissive without being hateful, which is actually quite fun when you figure it out (it helps to be athletic due to the physiological effects of such).

With men in my dms, however, this same attitude translates itself to bullying. "You love me? lol yeah ok as if you know what that is you slut" "Youve said that to what, 50 women? its a devalued statement dont you think" "You harass women into looking at your d*ck? thats kinda sad. are you really that insecure?" "wow BIG porn addled coomer energy in the chat rn"

Shame is punishment, and punishment incites rebellion. Weaponize love. Know the benefits of your own choices and become invincible, or end up an angry, petty coper like the rest of them. Ultimately shame comes off as seethe, friendliness does not.

Warning: I do slut shame.