This excerpt from Taibbi is surreal. He admits to spending a decade addicted to a nightmare box that is algorithmicly optimized to show him things that will trigger fight or flight reflexes in order to keep his eyeballs available for advertisers, he recognizes that the nightmare box output is used to manipulate people, but he can’t put 2 and 2 together.
Combined with the fact that he’s smack dab in the middle of an entire generation unprepared for the reality of aging, it’s a pitiful sight.
Taibbi thinks he was robbed of a sense of normalcy, he wasn’t. He happily traded it away for a series of dopamine hits as the nightmare box showed him ever more disconcerting undergrad essays and tenderqueer tik toks.