A Girl From Mars

Wake up. Go to work. Pass by moron neighbours' ring doorbell cameras automatically connected to amazon sidewalk exchanging data freely within cameras that automatically zoom in on you. Get yelled at by someone over a ring camera's speaker for loitering in one spot for a little too long while looking out at the sunrise. Get to work. Get yelled by the manager for clocking in precisely 1 minute late. Get stalked by the manager and yelled at for taking too many bathroom breaks or for going 2 minutes over my 10 minute lunch break. Clock out. Go home. Check tumblr and see that strangers have amassed google docs detailing my friends' posting habits in an attempt to triangulate their locations, dozens of tgirls I knew terminated by targeted harassment campaigns. See my own self shared to who knows how many ultra-reactionary blogs run by labour aristocrats intent on securing their own class position at the expense of me and my friends. Check bsky, I'm not actually allowed to see anything on my feed because the laws where I live require me to enter in my state ID to use the site. Check the news. Random Venezuelan fishermen, mere dots in the sea, attacked and murdered by the USA for the purpose of provoking a response which can "justify" a full invasion, identified using the most advanced surveillance and detection technology in the world.

The original tags are too good to lose. This is exactly right about Jiji. (Though Jiji also has a case of “holy shit, two cakes!” but with friends)