The New Yorker:

The app might wreak havoc on users’ mental health, but there was a satisfying frankness at the gathering about the fact that everything in life is now fodder for content.

By Naomi Fry

For the longest time, I kept myself from joining TikTok. Social media, I figured, was already kind of a problem for me. I was heavily hooked on Instagram, reaching for my phone and clicking into the app as soon as I woke up in the morning, and then continuing to scroll my feed and swipe through stories and check my D.M.s many times through the day in a kind of fugue state, even though, rationally, I knew that seeing everyone else’s seemingly perfect, fulfilled, and happy lives often made me feel like shit about myself. X, too, was something of an issue. As a longtime tweeter, I kept doggedly logging into the app even after Elon Musk bought it, despite its proliferation of racist, pornographic, and conspiratorial posts. So strong was the hold that these platforms exerted on my time and habits that the only way for me to refrain from using them was to fully deactivate them, which I’d occasionally resort to doing. (If I simply deleted the apps from my phone, I would find myself—shamefacedly, self-loathingly—downloading them again almost immediately.) My brain, dependent on the instant gratification of likes and replies, reliant on the numbing comfort of scrolling and clicking, and terrified of the prospect of being alone with its own thoughts, was plenty full of poison without another social-media platform being added to the mix.

My trepidation about TikTok, it seemed, had some grounding in reality. Certainly, in the past several years, the app has been blamed for any number of contemporary social ills. It’s been variously associated with phone addiction, disinformation, and zombie-like hyper-superficiality. (In a recent episode of the new HBO comedy “I Love L.A.,” the real-life TikTok influencer Quenlin Blackwell spoofs herself as a shallow content creator obsessed with maximizing her empty TikTok fame.) The app, with its busy, nonsensical, and meme-heavy for-you feed, often soundtracked with harebrained audio effects and cartoonishly sped-up music snippets or narration, seems especially geared toward attracting young people, which has sparked worry about the platform’s potential negative impact on kids’ mental health. “When I started this project, one girl told me, half of my friends have an eating disorder from TikTok and the other half are lying,” the documentarian Lauren Greenfield said, when I spoke with her last year about “Social Studies,” her recent series about teens and social media.

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