The Most Hated Man On The Internet
So in case you haven’t picked up on it, I used to be an emo scene kid when I was a teenager.
That was a little under half my life ago. Strange to think I am turning thirty in a little over a month. Honestly, the music I listened to back then still goes hard, and the book I’ve been working my way through (“Sellout”) has quenched my appetite for kindling nostalgia.
However, that era of emo and scene culture looks so fucking cringe to me now. Like, big time creepy, too. I don’t know, but there’s something just a little off about grown ass men playing music to and hanging out with literal underage teenagers.
Oh, and they were evidently having lots of sex and just kinda promiscuous all around. This was pre #MeToo as well, so there was very little language for acknowledging how utterly creepy as well as rapey it all totally was. Moreover, this era coincided with the rise of smart phones that can take pictures and videos.
So, what do you do when you live in a culture that’s just gotten an extra means to view and send lewd pictures, and nobody really gives a fuck about victims of sexual harassment or assault still?
Hello, world. Meet Hunter Moore.
I watched the entire three-part docuseries this morning after renewing my Netflix subscription. And really, I was glued to the screen. I remember browsing Is Anyone Up? a few times and being shocked to see so many nudes from bands I loved there. Frankly, I found it kind of disgusting, as well. Even when I was in my late teens, I was kind of prud-ish.
But like…there were so many normal people there on that site, too.
I have SO many questions.
First off, was the internet really that poorly regulated back then during 2008–2012? I’m just stunned by the ambivalence toward victims and what Moore was doing to them.