The alternative is more strange. In Europe not too long ago my partner and I called in to an undergroundish bar of the kind we used to frequent when we were yo

The alternative is more strange. In Europe not too long ago my partner and I called in to an undergroundish bar of the kind we used to frequent when we were younger for a beer on the way back from dinner. It's the sort of place where people write on the walls, and I couldn't help but notice how many instagram tags there were. Properly articulating why I felt like it was a shame that the one thing a lot of these young adults wanted to share was a link to their little ad-gated corner of a big tech company's garden would probably need more space than I've got here. There's even an "opt in to tracking or pay" ultimatum on Instagram there.