I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop last Tuesday, watching people queue for their morning caffeine when it hit me like a poorly calibrated centrifuge — I wasn’t actually seeing people standing in line for coffee. I was witnessing a complex resource distribution system that had absolutely nothing to do with the cash exchanging hands. Look, I’ve been thinking about status all wrong for years. We’re taught that social hierarchies are fundamentally about money…
It started, as most modern tragedies do, with an email. “We’re excited to announce some changes to your streaming experience!”…
It was never my plan to have a small robotic overseer tracking my every move. I received the fitness tracker as a birthday gift from my sister who has always believed that my life could be greatly improved if I was constantly monitored like a Cold War spy. “It’ll motivate you,” she said while looking at me eagerly as I opened the sleek black band. “It counts your steps!” Counting steps as transformative is quite…