Quick note before we start: yes, I’m posting this late. It’s been about two months since the Jimmy Kimmel situation. I had these thoughts the week it happened—I just… didn’t hit publish. Life. On September 10 (World Suicide Prevention Day), a public tragedy collided with late‑night commentary, and the internet did what it does: fight, defend, cancel, un‑cancel, repeat. I’m not here to re‑litigate who was right. What stuck with me was how fast someone else’s platform can flip your switch. One minute you’re live; the next, you’re not. That whiplash taught me something simple: don’t build your creative life on borrowed rails. This isn’t a political piece. It’s a…

Yeah, so today I wanted to talk about the things we used to fight for. Things we used to support, maybe like 10 years ago. Because I honestly don’t see any of it anymore. Several years ago, back when I was a teenager just exploring the internet (and to be fair, I started using the computer when I was five), there was this energy. There were so many movements. So many social movements. And they were relatable. They weren’t just hashtags. Anyone could join. Anyone wanted to join. I recently saw this post as I was going through my old Pinterest likes. I speculate the post is from between 2011–2015…

Okay, so today we have to talk about something that’s been bothering me for a while now—why is it that I can’t really create anymore? And I don’t mean that I’ve stopped completely. I mean that kind of creative hunger I used to have as a teenager—the urgency, the intensity, the obsession with finishing edits or chapters or boards. That feels… gone. Or at least, very far away. I bring this up because the internet just invented the most unexpected crack ship—Regina George from Mean Girls and Roderick Heffley from Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Yes, really. And yes, I love it. It’s weird, but I love it. And it…

I’m not trying to start anything. I literally just watched a video a few minutes ago about preserving physical media and felt the itch to respond. Not to fight—just to add my voice, because it matters to me. Short version: I love physical media and I love my digital library. I don’t want to preserve everything physically. This is a both/and conversation, not either/or. Books raised me. Paperbacks are home. I still read fanfics on Wattpad, but my heart belongs to paperbacks. They ground me in a way an e‑ink screen never could. With photos, I agree and disagree. I adore real albums, but paper fades and sleeves yellow. So…

A well‑known Instagram creator (Rose Uncharted) has been posting about deconstruction and “Christ consciousness.” Rather than panic, it helps to view this as a thirty‑something navigating a complicated life chapter and trying to make sense of it. It isn’t automatically harmful, nor is it automatically helpful. It’s a process, and it deserves a calm conversation. Here’s the context: Rose has written about “liberation from religion,” revisiting Scripture through a different lens, and exploring astrology. A popular commentator posted a lengthy critique raising theological concerns. Reactions ranged from support to skepticism, and the discussion became polarized. I’m less interested in debating a person and more interested in the pattern of public…