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Social Media is Shrinking Our Minds

So,
I posted a click-bait blog on Instagram and Facebook today--Having A Baby, Pt. 2.The blog wasn't meant to mislead; however, I was curious to see how many people would congratulate me on my non-existent pregnancy before actually clicking the link and reading the post. I'm currently on a social media fast, so my friend T is posting for me when I feel like my blog could help somebody. I knew that the post had gone up because people we're blowing up my phone 🤣🤣🤣! It was comical, but it also proved my theory about social media and our quickness to run with information that is incorrect because of our unwillingness to dig deeper...or to click the link and read a few paragraphs (it really doesn't take that long....it's not like I had written a dissertation 🙄).

I had T go back to the post and add #NotPregnant in the caption so that the "congratulations" comments would slow down. It's amazing how you can lose an audience if you're asking them to take in anything over 140 characters or anything beyond a cute picture they could "like" while scrolling through their feeds. It's frightening, actually. And I'm not coming for anybody's social media spare-time habits, but there's something about our decreasing ability to take in information fully--to allow ourself to click the New York Times article and read it all the way through before commenting on what you think the article is about.

This is evident in the way breaking news travels on twitter--how purporting misinformation is becoming common, even amongst people who call themselves journalists.

Anyway, I digress. Thanks for the many "congratulations" though! I'll carry those with me into the future. 😆

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