Aniebietabasi Ekong, known to the Internet as baddieani, is a whole new breed of artist, the kind that that could only exist in the Internet Age.
If society actually does care about you and the one-eyed snail, it's nowhere near as much as people praise hot chicks and the omnipotent V.A.G. Online lists abound of all sorts of female fuckables and you're just feeling . . . left out right?
Of course, newsstand magazines can be expected to put attractive -- impossibly attractive, computer-altered -- models on the cover. But with reader reactions being what they are, maybe it's time to reconsider how our community is framing itself.
It is alarming how easily I was lulled into the comfort of believing I had an infallible friend on board; an all-seeing, all-knowing, road omnipotent that could make all the right choices for me, leaving my brain free to ponder the myriad of other distractions that confront me when I am driving.
I want to be like the man on the subway who told the operator about the woman's seizure, because as soon as he did, people followed suit and offered help. We have the power to choose whether to justify passivity or actively decide to do the right thing, and as a society I believe we ought to break free from our psychological tendency to just stand by.
The last thing we need is a boo-hoo-everything-sucks-camp.
I challenge you to help me decide if the future predicted by these cards has arrived. I'll share my predictions. Feel free to add your own. OK, here goes.
There is no way you can argue with me that it is ever okay to throw anything on the ground. Even if you hand me free Nickelback tickets, I will happily walk them to the nearest garbage.
A typical day for me starts out with me turning off the alarm on my smartphone and immediately taking the opportunity to check all my texts, instant messages, emails, status updates... you get the picture.