🫖 Good day, insecure nation. This is a post for paid subscribers only: partly because Spotify Wrapped is inherently embarrassing, partly because I want to subvert the general premise of Wrapped by gatekeeping its sharability. Yet, nevertheless, share I will… It’s silly and full of pictures. Hope you enjoy! 🫖
Certain days are particularly intolerable on Instagram. Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Valentine’s Day. Perhaps above all, Spotify Wrapped Day. A week ago, I deleted Instagram, and I couldn’t have chanced upon more serendipitous timing. I’m trying to kick my story-posting habit, which I believe has surpassed annoying to verge on compulsive. I’m trying to look at my life through my corneas, rather than other lenses. We’ll see how long I last.
Just today, Dirt’s Terry Nguyen discussed end-of-year lists:
They are mostly vacuous grounds for bragging — proof that we’ve read, watched, streamed, accomplished something in the infinite scroll of life.
Disdain, but don’t refrain. We post, therefore we exist.
Back in July, I wrote a bit about the commodification of nicheness, pertaining to music taste (#6: Miss Apprehension). I sampled a fad that was making its circuits on Instagram stories (Icebergify) and touched upon Spotify Wrapped. I also pontificated on data privacy and Independence Day—read it if you’re intrigued.
Well, Wrapped Day 2022 has arrived and you are my captive audience. Without further ado…