Rage Bait Detox, Join Me
I have decided I am no longer letting strangers with podcasts, comment sections, and suspiciously shiny foreheads hijack my nervous system before noon.
Brave of me. Possibly delusional. We’ll see.
Because rage bait is everywhere now. It’s in the hot takes, the stitched videos, the “nobody is talking about this” posts where, somehow, everyone is talking about it. It’s in the perfectly edited outrage, the moral panic with captions, the influencer scandals, the gender war nonsense, the fake concern, the real cruelty, and the comment sections where everyone sounds like they were raised by a locked iPad and unresolved parental tension.
And I keep taking the bait.