I don’t know about you, but I think there are something like 14 million people on Tumblr who either think they are satan, wish they were satan, or just like to jump on the satanic band wagon once in awhile for laugh. Satan is always good for a reblog. He’s a perennial source of inspiration and shock value. Generation to generation, he never loses that inimical sheen of his.
Seriously? Tumblr addicts are the crest of cultural creation, or like to think they are. You can’t get much closer to the pulse of fashion and cultural credibility than taking a scroll down Tumblr’s highway, always headed south, always a new surprise, always something cooler than the next big thing. Glued to the screen, crusing down an endless strip of Instagram images–funereal art, retro, sex, fashion, .gifs, angst, hilarity, fresh from some infinite well of human voyeurism, images snagged from everywhere, both digital and analog, people doing every conceivable act, voicing every imaginable thought, for every possible cause, and disseminating every single mental disorder all in endless series of flashes and reblogs and likes. It’s a pornographic slot machine where the pay-off is finding that perfect image (among all those Tumblrs you follow) that you’ve always wanted but didn’t know you did, the one that says it all for you, some kind of orgasmic enlightenment. If you are extremely talented at this stuff, you can have upwards of 100k followers. Tumblr-holics in the great Tumblr hole of social time waste, where you step away bleary eyed and butt numb after countless hours of Tumblr-ing.
And now, of course, for a price you can hook up with Babblr (it was free for a little while), which is Tumblr chat. Hey, if you thought you could get up and go pee once in awhile before Babblr, forget it. Just bring a jar with you now. It’s a rebellion from all the rules and it’s a boring cliche; it’s a collector’s paradise and it’s a way to find out you aren’t the only one who does/thinks that thing you do/think. You can be satan on Tumblr if you want to be, no one cares. Tumblr is whatever you want it to be.
Now you can get get ideas anywhere, it’s true, but some of them only appear on Tumblr, I swear. It’s this huge pathos of human collectiveness going on as you scroll down and down and down for hours, every human emotion and activity flayed and splatted up on the screen for your private viewing enjoyment. Let’s just say that for me, Tumblr is a writer’s lake of inspiration, forlorn and strange and beautiful. (DISCLAIMER: I have zero, zilch, nada connections with the Tumblr website or any of its interests. None whatsoever.)