I don't mind if this is your first impression of me.  (I'm also considering this as a continuation to my podcast episode about consuming content: Are You Not Entertained? ) -- Whenever the creeping dread sets in about how much time we spend staring at our glowing rectangles, we probably (immediately) hold up the pure, utilitarian functions as our shield. “But how else would I call my mom?” “It’s how I stay in touch with m long distant friends.” We use the undeniable benefit of digital communication and social media to justify the hours lost to the infinite scroll. But girl, let’s be brutally honest: the tool has become a toxin. Social media is poison and I am willingly consuming it.  It is a slow-drip IV disguised as a lifeline, and the most dangerous part isn't the toxicity itself - it's our collective, stubborn insistence that we are immune to it. Ask anyone, and they’ll tell you they have it under control, that they aren't the ones getting brainwashed or how the...