TikTok was a balm during the pandemic. What began as a silly app for dances became the greatest visual storytelling mechanism since Facebook first tried pivoting to video. Unlike Snap, TikTok was wildly intuitive, a new video just a quick swipe up and away. The algorithm was smarter and the content better than anywhere else online, which of course, is why it had to die.
For anyone old enough to remember the Cold War, we’ve been inventing reasons to be afraid of things everywhere forever. We’ve had issues with the Chinese since they came to America and built the railroads. I wish things had evolved to a place where we could embrace international competition and cooperation, but here we are. I wish we had a keener understanding of how misinformation gets distributed and how “legitmate” channels have been used to do this for as long as they existed. I mean, “remember the Maine” was misinformation. WMDs were misinformation. Those were far more costly in lives than TikTok, yet here we are.
This is a requiem for a meme.
Do you remember the first trending audio that sucked you in? For me, I think it was the baddie dance transformation and things spiraled from there. It’s perfect that I’m obsessed with the weird Twitter energy of Little Sleepy Demons as the sun sets on TikTok.
But what about the friends we made along the way?
I forget when exactly I joined, but it was late, relatively speaking. That said, I was immediately hooked. It transformed how I connected with my social media colleagues, and the content helped me work through things related to family and career that I didn’t realize were such widely shared experiences. I daresay that in important ways, TikTok healed me.
As layoffs hit me and so many others starting in 2023, TikTok was a place where people openly discussed — if not filmed outright — their layoff. It was like watching the entire notion of employer brand vaporize in real time. There was a real fearlessness that came to life there through the millennials and Gen Z users who at times bared their souls to the app, hoping to find someone who could relate. In some important ways that connection, virtual though it may be, was a salve for the isolation and loneliness that plagues so many of us.
Barring an unlikely reprieve, I fully expect TikTok to disappear just like Vine did, or how MySpace and Friendster did before that. There will be feeble clones. Peers like YouTube and Instagram will try to capture that energy, but neither really delivers. It’s the demographics that count. It will be sorely missed. Nothing gold can stay.