People keep blaming AI for killing content creativity, but it
was already headed toward the food court version of itself long before the
robots showed up.
For years, the industry has rewarded speed over thought.
More posts. More campaigns. More platforms. Less time to sit with an idea long
enough to make it weird or honest or memorable.
Then AI walked into the room like an overqualified intern
and said, “You want 400 pieces of acceptable content by This afternoon?
No problem.”
The speed and volume were impressive, but the actual content?
Technically competent and perfectly acceptable because a lot of modern content
already sounded machine-made before machines started making it. AI just
perfected the dialect: upbeat, frictionless, emotionally beige. Every sentence
polished to the texture of dentist office waiting room furniture.
It’s ubiquitous now: every platform is drowning in words,
and somehow almost none of them feel written by anybody.
Because good writing usually comes from tension. Hesitation.
Somebody wrestling with a thought long enough to surprise themselves a little.
Meaning takes time. Taste takes time. Original thought takes an uncomfortable
amount of sitting around staring at nothing, which modern workflows treat like
a fire-able offense.
Everything now is optimized to remove the pause. But the pause is usually where the interesting stuff lives. The culture has become deeply impatient with the actual process of creativity: the slow, inefficient part where someone has to think hard enough to say something real.
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