Last year I launched an investigation into a trend I noticed all over my social feeds. Scrolling through the infinite mouths in my "discover" tabs — mouths promising to teach me something, or sell me something, or get me fired up about something — I couldn't help but feel like they were all just yelling at me. I was barraged with raised voices, each one louder and more distressed than the last, as if pleading with me: "DON'T scroll away! PLEASE!!! I HAVE TO TEACH YOU HOW TO DIY A CLEANING SPRAY OUT OF ORANGE PEELS AND VINEGAR!!"
Because the shrillest offenders happened to be men, I dubbed this phenomenon "boy volume." proclaiming it to be the modern evolution of mansplaining. Suddenly every mansplainer in the world has a platform at their fingertips — whether it's TikTok, Instagram, YouTube, or podcasts — that actually rewards them for being louder, more obnoxious, and more in-your-face. That, I argued last year, has dubious consequences for democracy.
Many months later, I'm still seeing (and hearing) a lot of raised voices online. But the yelling I'm being served lately has a different tinge to it. It's beginning to sound a little less cloying; less pick-me and more unifying. Still abrasive, but now fueled by a righteous rage. Some call it "crashing out," or being unfiltered and letting your emotions take the reins, often resulting in some high-decibel revelations. Not all crash outs are healthy. But they can be very inspiring. Lately I've been seeing dads crash out about their toddlers' daycares starting food banks because kids in their communities might soon lose access to SNAP benefits; I've seen country singers crash out about ICE raids and deportations with no due process.
These guys aren't raising their voices just for the sake of it — they're urgently trying to cut through the noise to make their message heard. And given the rise in "scream clubs" (literally meet-ups for people to scream together), plus the 7 million people who showed up nationwide for a certain (very noisy) protest this month, it's beginning to feel like we're all on the precipice of a collective, society-wide crash out — and, hopefully, the catharsis that waits on the other side. (Olympian Tara Davis-Woodhall, for example, told Popsugar that after a crash out, she feels "so good." Fingers crossed!)
Boy volume may have its issues, but it's time to crank up the volume on the things that really matter to us. So . . . who wants to be my crash-out buddy? |
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In today's featured column, Popsugar's Haley Lyndes discovers the lip stain model and reality star Brooks Nader swears by. |
Brooks Nader's life is a perfect mix of chaos, glamour, and unapologetic authenticity, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Between starring in her new reality show, "Love Thy Nader," and juggling a busy career, her days are packed with family hijinks, shoots, and everything in between.
Through it all, she manages to find the little things that keep her grounded — whether that's a quick swipe of her favorite lip stain, treating her skin to a glow-boosting serum, or lighting a candle that instantly makes a hotel room feel like home. — Haley Lyndes |
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