There’s a common message from the world’s creative class, heard in equal parts in the whinings of emo artists and the exclamations of executive editors: AI is coming for us. And we’re all freaking terrified.
If you listen to these folks, generative AI will steal our jobs, write our headlines, and craft better songs than we ever could. It’ll play guitar like Jimi Hendrix and write bigger anthems than Taylor Swift, all while drawing doodles that would make Picasso pout. Hell, it’ll have a better potato latkes recipe than even my Aunt Helen had, and she made them just about perfect. And it will offer all this over and over and over, without worrying about royalties or fretting about fees. How can we possibly compete?
