I’M LAUNCHING THIS BLOG AGAIN.
I have no idea how many people will actually read this, and I don’t care. Achieving some arbitrary commendable metrics report is far from my reason for being back here. It goes much further than that—this is the only space I can ACTUALLY say what I want. I pay $25 a month to keep this website going and it recently dawned on me that I’m not utilizing this peewee slice of the internet to its full extent.
Yesterday it was announced that TikTok has been sold to new American ownership, which means that at some point in December all Americans will be asked to download a separate app than the one the rest of the globe uses.
Insane, right?!
Ironically, it’s the social media app I’ve cultivated the largest audience (~149k folks) ; given that I mostly use it to critique the U.S. government and share damning history facts, I doubt that I’ll be able to express myself as openly on there anymore.
At this stage of life I’ve already witnessed the fall and rise of Blackberry BBM, Myspace, Tumblr, AOL Messenger, Twitter, etc., so I’m no stranger to switching platforms. Despite knowing that, this time feels different.
I’ll be saying goodbye to TikTok because it’ll be used as a surveillance tool by the U.S. government and it will explicitly be unsafe for me to continue putting myself on there.
Not simply because it is no longer the cool app to use.
I was catching up with a friend recently and we were talking about our mutual desire to divest from the pressure to share on social media, specifically on Instagram. We both agreed that Instagram no longer feels fun and oftentimes contributes to us feeling shitty post-scrolling. She has since decided to take an indefinite pause from the app and has deactivated it.
When she first presented the idea to me I said “but what if someone needs to reach out to you?”.
Her response to this was “That’s the whole point of having a website. If they really want to reach out, they can find me".”
Her confidence and assuredness has stuck with me because she is absolutely right. What’s the point of us having spent so much time to design our websites and pay for web hosting if we’re not going to encourage folks to meet us in the only virtual space we have complete control over?
Here, we can say whatever we want and post whenever we want, which is not the case everywhere else.
Today is September 18, 2025 and I have felt disillusioned about the future all day; i’m confused about whether anything that I’m actively working on actually matters in the grand scheme of things. Part of that comes as a result of assessing the publicized American zeitgeist and feeling at odds with it; it’s actually something deeper that. I feel like human beings like me and those that I love, those that really care about the most vulnerable, are specifically under psychic attack.
It is an understatement to say that this moment in time feels heavy.
After crying and moving through the motions for the past 5 hours, I felt something go ZAAAAP, and shortly after, I snapped out of it.
I opened up this page, and began typing away.
Now, here we are.
During a time when silence and complicity is being encouraged by the evil powers that be I will become the loudest version of myself. Whether it be with my fingertips and this keyboard, in front of my iPhone camera, or IRL—I won’t be quiet.
I’ve always been told that I had a smart mouth. I’ve been aggravating people with my hot takes and inability to stfu, so it’s time to live up to my reputation. 😉
Xo,
Cat, a gal tryin’ her best
