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.