I’ve come to wonder if anger itself is a social justice issue — the right to speak forthrightly, not as a member of a particular group or identity but as part of the human experience.
Tomorrow’s Modern Boxes must be considered in a way that understands the nature of the mode of communication through which it is accessed as a part of the artistic intent.
The danger with self-monitoring is, of course, that it becomes a kind of consuming navel-gaze activity, one that glorifies the self and the unimportant minutiae in that person’s life. Who else cares about this stuff?
Emotional precarity — the wildness, the effervescent joy and crushing despair and uncertainty that chart the emotional landscape of most young people — is appealing for some time. It is interesting. It is also easy.