Episode 33: Dear People Who Film Themselves Crying and Post It Online
C MThis is our letter to the People Who Film Themselves Crying and Post It Online. We hope that you find the comical satire in our letters and stay tuned for more letters to come.
Legal Disclaimer: The following letter is a work of satire and comedy. All names, events, and scenarios are fictionalized for humorous purposes and are not intended to be taken as factual statements.
READ THE LETTER - EPISODE 33 - Dear People Who Film Themselves Crying and Post It Online
Dear People Who Film Themselves Crying and Post It Online,
You, okay?
Actually, wait, don't answer that yet. Let us grab a ring light, adjust the filter, and cue the sad piano music before we emotionally connect with your latest cinematic masterpiece:
"Tears on the FYP: A Raw, Unedited (Heavily Edited) Journey."
Look, we’re not here to invalidate feelings. We’ve all been there: heartbreak, loss, burnout, existential dread at 2 a.m. But most of us just ugly cry in the shower like nature intended, not in 4K with dramatic zooms and three jump cuts between sobs.
So, help us understand:
At what point in your emotional spiral did you say, “Wait, let me hit record; this is content”?
Was it during the inhale-sob combo? Or right before you captioned it “this one’s for the real ones” while picking the perfect Billie Eilish track?
We're not saying you can't be vulnerable. Vulnerability is powerful. But when it starts to feel more like a brand strategy than a breakdown… It’s giving main character syndrome with a side of audience engagement goals.
Let’s be real:
If you're crying about your ex but also checking how many views you got before the tears dried, that’s not healing. That’s a marketing funnel with extra mascara.
We’re just asking: who is this for?
Because if it’s for you, maybe a therapist would be a better audience than 80k strangers typing “you’re so strong, babe.”
And if it’s for the likes… well, congratulations. The emotional monetization arc is complete.
So, here’s a gentle suggestion:
Feel your feels. Cry your cry. But maybe—just maybe—let’s keep the camera out of it until after the tissues have done their job and the lighting doesn’t feel like an Oscar submission.
Sincerely Savage,
The Rest of Us Watching Through Squinted Eyes, Unsure if We Should Comfort You or Scroll Away
Legal Disclaimer: The following letter is a work of satire and comedy. All names, events, and scenarios are fictionalized for humorous purposes and are not intended to be taken as factual statements.