I’m officially outing myself. I am a Slop Master… Introduction I bit my tongue. That’s the pathetic truth of it. A family member was holding court about “AI slop”; how it’s ruining the internet, how it’s lazy, how it’s not real creativity. And I just sat there. Didn’t say a word. Didn’t mention that I’ve…
You didn’t download the app. The app downloaded you. The second you tapped “Allow,” you handed over more than location access. You gave it your patterns, your micro-delays, your insomnia cycles, your porn breaks, your heart rate, your heartbreak.
By someone who knows exactly how many unread notifications are on their wife’s phone, and it’s a war crime. Welcome to the Pingocalypse Congratulations. If you’re reading this, you’ve survived at least 60 seconds without checking a group chat, a Doordash badge, or that suspiciously enthusiastic poop tracker update (“Now with urine analysis!”). Your ability…