010: Projects
I hate projects that use Tumblr as a platform, even if ihatetumblr is a project using Tumblr as a platform.
I hate that some projects illicit anonymity and special “guest authors,” as if a certain number of +followers designates literary talents. I hate helpmehelpyou or whatever the hell that delusional woman is taking upon herself to attempt to do because no one seems to want to even inquire for her help and she’s taking it upon herself to “solve people’s problems”.
There is always a problem on Tumblr.
There is always someone to solve the problem on Tumblr.
Here’s my problem:
As an active Tumblr user, I find is disheartening to see so many of my +followers +following this Tumblr. And yet, no one actually mentions it in their own Tumblrs.
This leads me to one conclusion:
A lot of people hate Tumblr.
BUT.
A lot of people don’t want to admit it, and will merely get their joneses through an anonymous internet scribe.
They continue to Tumbl with abandon, re-blogging and adding no commentary, posting images and audio streams of “non-mainstream yet accessible” celebrities or musicians, and yet, and this is the sad part, they +follow me because there is clearly something missing from their Tumblr experience.
Perhaps it’s the anger we’re all afraid to express. Perhaps it’s their annoyance with the hug-in that is a break up, an engagement, or a souffle on Tumblr. Perhaps it’s the inevitable passive-aggressive tendencies of their +followers when Peter W. Knox makes a comment that is out of line or Siddman posts another ass and titties shot. Perhaps it’s the group mentality, of owning a Mac or liking cats or voting for Obama when you really want to make a long post on the joys of your Dell, you golden retriever and your support for Hilary (cause no one on Tumblr is a republican) in your state’s primary.
Or perhaps, if you’re like me, it’s the projects, the goals, the on-going efforts: Audio-streaming blogs of cover songs infrequently updated, poor attempts of social satire in response to Cosmopolitan-lite Tumblinas, unrequited internet infatuation otherwise known as a Tumbl crush.
Perhaps, if you are the author of “ihateihatetumblr”, it’s this very journal.
I feel you.
I get where you’re coming from.
I know how you feel, which is why I plan on closing this “project” as soon as anyone figures out who I am. This shouldn’t be very hard, will probably take no more than a week, and clues abound. The biggest one: I’m a chick. Much like the majority of posts by Siddman, I have ass and titties likewhoa. Because Tumblr is almost always a sausage-fest, this should be a good starting point. Also, I’m a chick who hates Tumblinas, which probably puts me in a group of about ten ladies who have their heads screwed on right and don’t cum looking at pictures of flower arrangements or my sorority’s charter pledge. Any ideas? You can e-mail me at ihatetumblr@gmail.com. If no one figures it out (which is very possible since this Tumblr is completely unlike my real Tumblr), I’ll probably just end this thing pretty soon anyways. Is there really a point in dedicating myself to one of the major problems on Tumblr in the first place?
Probably not.
