As I lie in bed, pimple patch on chin, hair scraped back into a messy bun, with Gilmore Girls playing in the background, a notification pops up on my phone screen. “You’ve reached your limit on TikTok”, it tells me. It then gives me two options: 1) “Remind me in 15 minutes” or 2) “Ignore limit for today”.
I choose the latter, as I am wont to do, and then proceed to scroll through hundreds of short-form videos, wondering what I’m going to be served by the algorithm this time (and at what hour I will end up going to sleep). Will it be an autumnal recipe or a makeup tutorial? Or, better yet, the guy who asks random couples on the street how they first met?
