An Empty Shell

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ram pictures.Next, came a YouTube channel. Maybe she’d don some of those designer threads and tell guys how they, too, can have a gorgeous girlfriend if only they watch her video, subscribe to her channel, and tell his friends. And bam! Before ya know it, she’s on her way. An influencer if you will.So today (or actually in the past week), I’ve decided to conquer Twitter, a social media site that has heretofore mystified me. I just didn’t “get” Twitter at all. But in the wide world of marketing my “brand” (gag), and getting my writing to more users, I dug in.And here’s what I found that brought me to write this bullshit — about bullshitters: a young and very pretty woman with 75,000 followers and absolutely no resume. She simply claimed to be an influencer on her bio. Of the hundreds of tweets she sent into cyberspace, there were really just

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two. One entreated the world to follow her. And the other featured a photo of a hot and scantily clad woman, with the question “smash or pass.”In other words, would you fuck her or not? That was the entirety of her presentation. Ya see what I mean by an empty shell? I went to her Instagram page and guess what? Pictures of more hot women! And a couple of her. She’s pretty hot, too.But still, I’m just not that shallow. She needs to find somebody as meaningless as she is to follow her. Which is great…because I have no doubt she’d never want me. I followed her anyway!Whatever…it’s onward and upward with Twitter. I’m starting to understand the format. In the name of establishing my “brand,” I venture forth. What more can I say? It’s time to study that girl’s MO. You’ve heard of “Thorough Modern Milly?” I’m Thoroughly Modern Billy!</article></body>

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I don’t know who’s to blame. Maybe it’s all the fault of Paris Hilton. But it seems like nowadays, everybody wants to be famous for being famous. There’s absolutely nothing behind their fame. No hard work history…no talent. You just have to be a pretty girl (or guy) and you’re on your way.

I remember when I discovered the Instagram model game. Pretty girls would go on every dating site and tell all the guys who ogled their bodies to follow them on Instagram. Then when they got several thousand Instagram followers, fashion designers would take notice and offer them free clothing to wear in their Instagram pictures.

Next, came a YouTube channel. Maybe she’d don some of those designer threads and tell guys how they, too, can have a gorgeous girlfriend if only they watch her video, subscribe to her channel, and tell his friends. And bam! Before ya know it, she’s on her way. An influencer if you will.

So today (or actually in the past week), I’ve decided to conquer Twitter, a social media site that has heretofore mystified me. I just didn’t “get” Twitter at all. But in the wide world of marketing my “brand” (gag), and getting my writing to more users, I dug in.

And here’s what I found that brought me to write this bullshit — about bullshitters: a young and very pretty woman with 75,000 followers and absolutely no resume. She simply claimed to be an influencer on her bio. Of the hundreds of tweets she sent into cyberspace, there were really just two. One entreated the world to follow her. And the other featured a photo of a hot and scantily clad woman, with the question “smash or pass.”

In other words, would you fuck her or not? That was the entirety of her presentation. Ya see what I mean by an empty shell? I went to her Instagram page and guess what? Pictures of more hot women! And a couple of her. She’s pretty hot, too.

But still, I’m just not that shallow. She needs to find somebody as meaningless as she is to follow her. Which is great…because I have no doubt she’d never want me. I followed her anyway!

Whatever…it’s onward and upward with Twitter. I’m starting to understand the format. In the name of establishing my “brand,” I venture forth. What more can I say? It’s time to study that girl’s MO. You’ve heard of “Thorough Modern Milly?” I’m Thoroughly Modern Billy!