Shit. Creativity is for humans. Someone’s dying on that hill and it ain’t gonna be me. My mom and her friend were talking about how creative she was for “writing a country song and having someone else sing it.” Specifically saying she chose a dude’s voice. More clarifying questions and I learned she typed in all the content she wanted into it and the type of voice and an AI performed the whole fucking thing. Mom wanted to show me but I just…I couldn’t.
I couldn’t be proud of my mom’s friend. I just kept thinking “how utterly lazy. They give me shit for sleeping in after a long week as being lazy on my weekend and they can’t be bothered to write a fucking song.” All to do the most human thing: create. Create art and music and sing and either do it well or do it horribly but either way they are celebrating the essence of being human. Maybe being sentient is the more important descriptor here (I write as my brain helpfully corrects me with “whales sing”. They do. They’re more emotional and intelligent than humans and are a league of their own shaddup).
If you couldn’t be bothered to write it, why would I read it. Same vibes different celebration of shit level mediocrity.

























