# 84 (2013) Emotional Blackmail on the Internet (Or Why I Hate Memes)
I have a love hate relationship with Memes.
There are ‘Somecards’ which used to (but don’t always now) make me smile. And there is emotional drivel like this which makes me want to punch my computer screen.
|Only one person can have the best brother in the world. And 758 people thought they were them.|
And then there are things like this which make no damn sense at all.
|Yes you are. Books are books. People are people. They are not an adequate replacement. Get out of the fantasy.|
On top of that there are those ridiculous messages which tell you to share, like or retweet if you’re their ‘fweind’. For gods sake, it’s like the chain mail letters that said you would die if you didn’t forward it on to 10 friends by midnight. NOBODY ACTUALLY CARES!!!!!!!
|Annoying but probably true|
The occasional meme with a dozen cute kittens or a vulgar insult on it (combined into grumpy cat) I can handle. But why are we so addicted to this tripe and why do we think it enriches our lives?
Now I do post the occasional meme. I am not innocent of this by any means but I am making an effort to stop. And they have to be really good or incredibly relevant for me to forward them on.
Maybe posters get a buzz from seeing the number of likes and shares that result from flagging up something as mundane as this.Maybe they are bored or need reminding that not everyone has forgotten them. Whatever it is, I just wish they’d stop it. Because my Facebook feed is rapidly turning into a graveyard of pointlessness and annoyance.
|There are crimes of fashion, but fashion has never been a crime. Get over it.|
|Pointless. Utterly pointless.|
|It’s an old phone. And? Do you like showing off how old you are?|