No, he had Yeezy’s. This wasn’t 1964.
Neither are as fast as my friend Ryan after he got his new shoes. He was so fast. Like really really fast. But he got hit by a garbage truck and can’t walk without a cane now. His mom works at Waffle House. His brother plays Fortnite on Switch.
There’s no pot of gold at the end of the potato rainbow. I’ve been down that road.
His arm says “Nazi”, but his actions? His actions say “Super Nazi”.
I get what he’s saying, and I agree. Content creation should only be deemed as content creation if it is created by the creator. Social media has redefined “content creator” as “account who generates interactions”.
It’s all fake. Social media is all just to keep your eyeballs screwed into a screen as to make someone somewhere money. Shit, I’m only on Lemmy because I’m bored at work. Get outside. Be ok with not having followers. Make things for SOMEONE and not for EVERYONE. Death is the only thing with a 100% success rate, and the only thing that truly matters is how we make others feel.