DISCLAIMER: probably there are a shitton of mistakes and errors in this text. Nevertheless, this shouldn’t be a major inconvenience to enjoy this delightful words. Be my guest.
Censorship is everywhere, and it makes people think in concrete ways. A never-ending fear of seeing the masses’ mindset reconfigured to a one and only line of thinking. And for the time being, reality couldn’t be more different:
- Facebook is just another social network and its terms and rules are the condition for using it. If you accept to use it. There is no real obligation to do so, and there are uncountable alternatives.
- We live in a country with serious limitations regarding basic and fundamental liberties (specially freedom of speech) without, for the time being, a strict governmental supervision. Unlike other regions.
- The current mindset in certain sectors. Focused in social action, some passionated and diverse minorities who are trying to establish an unique thought system. Personally, I’d rather think they don’t know that opinions must be diverse. Or, pardon me for bringing this, the complete opposite.
When somebody uploads potentially problematic content knowing previously mentioned corporate practices and decides to expel bile after the quick and predictable act of censorship, that it’s even cute. Candid and shit, especially when innocence and inexperience dominate such reaction. But good Lord, haven’t we seen these things long enough? We still don´t know what is allowed on where? Aren’t any ways to get all the necessary information of a private company whose users must comply in order to use such services, being these one option among many others? Nudity isn’t anything else that what you want to make out of it[i]. An act and/or condition more prone to be used as a motivational force, a defining act of your own character or, in this case, a fast way to obtain cheap and easy drama than anything else[ii]. Although there are also, in my opinion, ridicule postulates: equate nudity with social clashes is an already depleted resource since God knows when; equate all nudity with art leads to the quick and fair answer of you need to learn more and better about art[iii].
In those occasions when I find myself with such complains and protest I only think in two things: number one is the Hydra Protocol, and number two is remembering the lack of freedom when it comes to intellectual property in some western countries. Seeing how people with enough intellectual experience to know how social networks work, but not enough will to have some coherence in their acts, engages in a never-ending process of nagging is tiring as fuck. And here is when you tell them (not to all of them, just only the special ones[iv]) the Hydra Protocol[v]: the purpose of this initiative is to create a false sense of security in those minds who believe that social networks work for their users, and not the other way around[vi]. And those people think that insisting in this particular objective (thus, saturating servers with forbidden content) will be enough. Justice will be done, the system will be defeated, and everything will be sunshine and giggles. Yay.
To make this simple: instead of looking the big and worrying existing problems, the world will be saved today by uploading nudes that look like shit. Á la Ed Gein Style, may I say. The intention, if there was any, is to teach something simple: Facebook won’t allow nudes? Well, try somewhere else. Easy enough; there are plenty of worldwide famous networks, like Twitter or Tumblr for example. And when I say worldwide famous I mean famous enough so I can spread my daily shit to my fans. Although everything in excess quickly becomes tiresome, there are people out there who enjoy archiving everything. Just so you know, they could reupload again if the original authors regret a particular and tasteful decision. lel.
Preserving memory is necessary.
My advice? Become fan of any artist who uses the limits of physic perception as a creative asset on social networks as Instagram and Facebook. Learn from them. They’re fucking masters of uploading what’s necessary to keep your short and pathetic attention span, bring you wherever they want you to be, and also stay in said tyrannical places. The rest is just fooling around. And every complain becomes someone else’s lulz.
You wanna know what really worries me[vii]? The way Fair Use is adopted in our country.
Fair use is the capacity of using copyrighted works, under specific terms and conditions, to create new works: critique, parody, analysis, and so on. With, and sometimes without, the possibility of economical profit. And no, it doesn’t exist in Spain. The European Union stipulates that each member can regulate such usage. So you can imagine the range of freedom that we have here.
Just like Freedom of Speech limits, the interpretation/application of Fair Use (or its complete absence) defines the creativity of a country. Seeing how capable people in the Kingdom have to stick with such limitations (i.e. sitting on a chair talking about a movie without being able of showing any pictures/sequence of it[viii]) is just painful. The solution is, again, to search out there. And also make security copies out of everything. Just in case everything gets eventually fucked up.
And this, just like the notion that every social network will sooner or later die to later mutate in others, must be a priority.
But, hey, I guess it’s more important to cry about some ridicule, forgettable and easily avoidable shit that facing what’s out there. Something that make everything, and everyone except a few selected people, more poor and/or miserable every day. And I wish this would only be a matter of crazed deranged and greedy lobbies and media corporations, but nope. So the next time some victim of such terrible injustices comes to you, just do this: tenderly hug him/her while whispering at his/her ear “shhh… shut the fuck up and grow up, for fuck sake”.
Priorities, you know.
Bob Ross helps. A lot.
[i] A necessary and also imminent article could be a reflexion about saturation through nudity and its progressive invalidation of significance in these fast and easy days of hardly digested body worship.
[ii] And exceptionally true and unforgettable beauty and art.
[iii] And maybe because I’m death inside after my working experience this and last year, but seeing people naked no longer impresses me.
[iv] Have you ever wondered why we’re here?
What’s it all about, you’ve no idea.
And everywhere you look all you see is hatred, and darkness, death and fear.
But you know it doesn’t have to be,
that I hate you, and you hate me.
Cause even though we’re different, it doesn’t make a difference… and we can live in harmony.
No, you don’t know who I am,
but maybe I could hold your hand.
And together we can understand about love!
[v] This name refers to the creature of the classic Greek mythology.
[vi] Assuming these people are acting with total honesty while nagging about such issues, that is. But it can also be a false flag attack and/or publicity stunts with the plain objective of capitalizing a newly found status. Being a victim pays off if you are stuck with sociopaths, hacks, politicians and all types of hypocrites. Receiving/witnessing an act of aggression triggers primary instincts. Paradoxically those who doubt and/or question about the circumstances/details of said aggressions are dealt with hate. And these hate later on becomes a new, and in this context justified, aggression.
The bad side of such mindset is its permeability to any social structure, artistic discipline, amount of talent, and also any kind of moral character. Such as with pure evil, those who are under this influence and also closer to us make everything miserable, disappointing and sad. But the worst part is this: victims are often used as mere social instruments. A way to others to project and protect themselves with the most simplistic statements possible.
Another objectification process. The person is no longer an individual and becomes a few actions and facts. The possibility of change and evolution, or even redemption, is denied. Of improve and become someone better. And, at the beginning and the end too, to be equal to those who are using him/her. Besides, drama doesn’t bring real recognition. It’s just a brief exercise of social masturbation.
[vii] Speaking of mundane and kinda small issues, that is.