I Wanna Be Curated

Summary

The web content presents a song parody titled "I Wanna Be Curated," which reflects a writer's frustration with the challenges of gaining readership and navigating platform algorithms in the year 2020.

Abstract

The article introduces "I Wanna Be Curated," a parody of the Ramones' "I Wanna Be Sedated," which captures the sentiment of a writer facing the difficulties of writing and gaining visibility on digital platforms. The lyrics express the writer's desire to be recognized and curated amidst changing rules, low readership, and the struggle to grow. Despite the initial despair, the song takes a turn, with the writer deciding to write for personal satisfaction rather than external validation. The piece also includes an embedded YouTube video for the parody song, and it recommends two related articles for readers who enjoy the content: "Hamsters on a Wheel," another musical parody, and "Born to Write," an homage to struggling writers.

Opinions

The writer is discontented with the current state of writing platforms, feeling that their work is not being discovered or appreciated.
There is a sense of frustration with the ever-changing algorithms and rules that govern content visibility and curation.
The writer initially seeks external validation through readership and platform curation but later shifts to a mindset of writing for personal fulfillment.
The writer acknowledges the emotional toll of the process, using humor and the metaphor of needing medication to cope with the situation.
By parodying a well-known song, the writer likely aims to resonate with others who share similar experiences in the digital writing space.
The inclusion of additional readings suggests a solidarity with other writers and a desire to foster a community of like-minded individuals.

I Wanna Be Curated

(sung to the tune of “I wanna be sedated”)

Twenty twenty’s comin’ and writin’ is slow I wanna be curated No readership, no way to grow-o, I wanna be curated

The rules they keep a changin’, driving me insane Dripping dripping dripping, like water on the brain My followers can’t find me, why do they rig this game? Oh no oh oh oh oh

Twenty twenty’s comin’ and writin’ is slow I wanna be curated No readership, no way to grow-o, I wanna be curated

I’m stuck in curgatory, no matter what I try Laughing laughing laughing, cuz all I do is cry Creative juices draining, the well is running dry Oh no oh oh oh oh

[Instrumental]

[Key change!]

Twenty twenty’s comin’ I’m writin’ for me Don’t wanna be curated No readership, and feeling free-e Don’t wanna be curated

Just keep me medicated, my stats are in the hole Dropping dropping dropping, right down the toilet bowl I’ll let go of these feelings, I’ll find my writing soul Oh no oh oh oh oh

Twenty twenty’s comin’ I’m writin’ for me Don’t wanna be curated No readership, and feeling free-e Don’t wanna be curated

So put me in seclusion, keep away the trolls Typing, typing typing, I’m really on a roll My fingers are on fire, the keyboard’s got control Oh no oh oh oh oh

Bad bad data, no time for haters, don’t wanna be curated Bad bad data, no time for haters, don’t wanna be curated Bad bad data, no time for haters, don’t wanna be curated Bad bad data, no time for haters, don’t wanna be curated

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MUSIC MASHUPS, TRACK 17

I Wanna Be Curated

A song parody of I Wanna Be Sedated by the Ramones

I Wanna Be Curated

Hamsters on a Wheel

A parody of Riders on the Storm by the Doors

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