I was only 11 when I received my first chain letter. I read it and ignored it. Even at that age, I could see that the letter served no purpose. Whilst many of my school chums passed these ridiculous messages on, I was the badass, who always broke the chain. Recently I have played the badass again and let me tell you why.
Instagram stories makes the world look a brighter, shinier and damn right funnier place. Just at a time when we need it most. This uncertain era post Brexit, and pre-Trump presidency (yes, really) means our social media is swamped by negativity, worry and where cat photos and skateboarding dogs got relegated behind the real news stories doing the rounds. None of them positive.
Social media companies have shown a willingness to work with governments and law enforcement in the past, and streamlining and improving this relationship is crucial. Unrealistic expectations do little to improve this relationship though, and some of the criticisms laid out in the report do seem unrealistic.
As a chubby teenager I grew up without any real role models. Yes, I had teen idols and boyband crushes but I could never open up an issue of Sugar magazine and see someone like me staring back. Surrounded by thin friends and people who told me I should lose weight, it sometimes seemed like a lonely place. Thankfully I discovered the world of social media...
Many social networks are criticised for providing their communities with a news feed filled with angry political rants, tragic breaking news, and hundreds of posts about people struggling with illness or persona turmoil. We've turned this on its head, and developed a feature dedicated to sharing good news about advances in Alzheimer's care.
The thing is, I don't care about your cat. I don't find it cute. I don't find other stuff about cats cute either. I don't really want to know what you've had for dinner either. I also don't want to know that you miss your poor old Mum and I really don't want to know about the fact that you've got a sore throat.
Way before Facebook took over, before Whatsapp and Twitter updates and global news every second, there was, once upon a time, MySpace. I was an avid member of it around 2007, as most musicians were at the time. I posted some music of my own on my profile page and one day I got a call from NYC, from a person who said he represented a well known music producer.