ATerrible ideas go, Instagram for Kids is up there with a lager and power tools for toddlers. In March, Buzzfeed reported on Facebook’s plans to develop a product for those too young to officially join Instagram, as the platform requires users to be at least 13 years old.
An article from the company cited “youth work as a priority for Instagram,” which seems sinister even from the empire of Mark Zuckerberg, whose mission in life is apparently to make Bond villains look cuddly. Facebook says this will allow the company to focus on the privacy and safety of children.
Last week, an international coalition of children’s health advocates, brought together by the Boston-based nonprofit Campaign for an Ad-Free Childhood, disagreed and wrote an open letter to Zuckerberg urging the company to abandon its projects. “While collecting valuable family data and cultivating a new generation of Instagram users can benefit Facebook’s bottom line, it will likely increase Instagram use by young children who are particularly vulnerable to manipulative features. and operating the platform, ”he said.
Heart emoji, thumbs-up emoji. The ethical questions involved are vast and bewildering; one can only wonder how targeted advertising would work for users with no income, although I’m sure Nick Clegg will be on hand to mount a solid defense. There is something quietly devastating about giving children a platform that purposefully thrives on self-awareness in its many insidious forms. It may be naive of me to expect children to have a free period of wondering “but what will this be / will I look like?”, But surely we should at less try to maintain this as long as possible.
I’m an adult and I know Instagram is bad for me. It manipulates me into buying things I don’t care about, makes me compare myself unfavorably to others, and wastes me a colossal amount of time. Yet I still use it daily. And my complaints are minor; Last week, Instagram said it fixed an “error” in its new search feature that recommended search terms such as “appetite suppressant” and “fasting” to users with eating disorders.
A lot of my friends have deleted the app and only check it on their desktop because they don’t trust each other not to fall into the endless scrolling. Maybe kids have more self-control, but we shouldn’t ask them to show it.
Tom Rhodes: MasterChef was a triumph, even without all the trimmings
After refreshing a search for “Final MasterChef when on” almost every hour since the weekend, we were finally served the last class of the series on Wednesday, with the BBC postponing it for several days following the death of Prince Philip. . The winner, Tom Rhodes, fully deserved his crown, even though his olive oil ice cream dessert, with salt and an extra drizzle of oil, was the very definition of having to take the judges’ word.
Prior to the competition Rhodes had been a restaurant manager at a Newcastle branch of Nando’s and he said while on leave he decided to take his chance at applying to MasterChef. It seems remarkable that he was only an amateur cook, given the level of his talent, and it felt good that he won a series filmed during Covid.
MasterChef’s usual duties rely heavily on a functioning and thriving restaurant industry, which means they need to be changed and adjusted. There was no kitchen for the crowds of workers in the canteens or patrons in the fancy restaurants, and certainly no trip to glamorous places to try and do the local cuisine. Competitors, however, had to cook for critics and chefs over and over again, which I think made it a much more difficult challenge.
Making such an entertaining MasterChef series during such volatile times was deeply impressive. While I enjoyed the adapted version, I hope that, for the sake of the industry, the next series involves cooking for the bettors and, for the sake of viewers, that the contestants stop trying to cook. a rack of lamb in the space of an hour.
Yuh-Jung Youn: this is what I call an acceptance speech
Usually, the Baftas movie tends to play the Oscars and can be a predictable red carpet opportunity for the usual suspects, but, like most occasions in 2021, this year’s ceremony didn’t quite live up to it. the plan. Maybe that was the vague look of the junkyard – can someone check if the wifi router in Hollywood needs to be turned off and back on? – or maybe it was the fact that there were some real surprise winners, but I felt more fondly towards the Baftas this year than I have in a long time.
Since it was largely based on Zoom, with the exception of the in-person presenters, including my new favorite stand-up comedian Hugh Grant, there was a slight delay between a winner’s name and the recipient who heard him, which underlined the shock. , and was oddly delicious. But the speech by Yuh-Jung Youn, who won the award for Best Supporting Actress for her role in Minari, stole the evening. “Every award is meaningful, but this one, especially to be recognized by the British, known as very snobby people – they approve of me as a good actor, so I’m very, very happy,” she said. This should set the bar for all acceptance speeches from now on.