Be the change you want to something in the something, right? Last night, a friend deleted Secret, the new app for… sharing secrets and I realized: oh, I could do that as well! These apps do not own me! (Yet.)
It’s a fascinating experiment, and I’m curious about where it will go. But. Opening Secret was like walking onto a trading floor where a pack of goons were desperately displaying the contents of their wallets and/or underwear. It was like carrying a portal to a heinous world of male status anxiety. So much equity terror, so many tepid sexual fantasies unfulfilled. In the future, if I need someone to take a toxic dump in my phone I’ll just unblock all those jerks on Twitter.