The war on em dashes isn’t about AI. It’s about us. About the fact that we’re all so terminally online that we’d rather perform being human than actually be human.
Yikes.
The war on em dashes isn’t about AI. It’s about us. About the fact that we’re all so terminally online that we’d rather perform being human than actually be human.
Yikes.
You thought Comic Sans memes were bad? Oh, honey. People now go out of their way to sound disjointed. Professional emails read like this: “pls update file idk re: ur idea maybe thx lol. btw pizza nxt wk????”
You thought Comic Sans memes were bad? Oh, honey. People now go out of their way to sound disjointed. Professional emails read like this: “pls update file idk re: ur idea maybe thx lol. btw pizza nxt wk????”
As we contort ourselves to avoid sounding robotic, AI evolves to sound exactly like us. “H*ckin doggo vibes uwu” gets spat back by ChatGPT 12.0 with eerie accuracy. Humans, meanwhile, regress to grunting at each other over Zoom calls.
As we contort ourselves to avoid sounding robotic, AI evolves to sound exactly like us. “H*ckin doggo vibes uwu” gets spat back by ChatGPT 12.0 with eerie accuracy. Humans, meanwhile, regress to grunting at each other over Zoom calls.
The em dash goes underground, traded in seedy corners of the net like black-market Fabergé eggs. People who still use it are either reckless or rebels. Subreddits form: r/em_dash_saviors for the purists, r/dashholes for the ironic trolls.
The em dash goes underground, traded in seedy corners of the net like black-market Fabergé eggs. People who still use it are either reckless or rebels. Subreddits form: r/em_dash_saviors for the purists, r/dashholes for the ironic trolls.
No punctuation looks human, so people remove it entirely. Sentences bleed into each other, like a drunken confession or a manifesto found in a serial killer’s cabin. Your manager’s messages look like they were scrawled on the inside of a bathroom stall.
No punctuation looks human, so people remove it entirely. Sentences bleed into each other, like a drunken confession or a manifesto found in a serial killer’s cabin. Your manager’s messages look like they were scrawled on the inside of a bathroom stall.
The fallout is tremendous. Here are my 2025 predictions…
The fallout is tremendous. Here are my 2025 predictions…
Instead, you scramble. You fumble with clunky semicolons. You misuse ellipses like some deranged 2012 Facebook mom posting cryptic messages about “what you did last summer…
Instead, you scramble. You fumble with clunky semicolons. You misuse ellipses like some deranged 2012 Facebook mom posting cryptic messages about “what you did last summer…