I've learned to organize my perception of time by the PR blasts that appear in my inbox. The way I see it, there have been three distinct questionable financial eras since I started working as a full-time journalist in 2014. We endured the CBD barrage of the late Obama years, where ancillary television actors, fringe NBA players, and Austin-dwelling Instagram models suddenly became desperate for coverage of their specious Quasi Weed enterprises. (Advertising professionals would play madlib with every possible mid-2010s buzzword to spark a blog post; you'd seriously get press releases about "Health Goth CBD," endorsed by one half of the Chainsmokers.) But to its credit, CBD is at least a corporeal product, which made it much more palatable than the crypto spell of the Trump term. In 2018 my Gmail swelled with Twitch streamers and costumed DJs who were pioneering endless strains of digital currency — often sheathed in chilling posi-vibes language, ("Joycoin," "Arcadia,") and always worth a fraction of a cent — which forced us to ask some elementally unanswerable questions, like
One Billion Emails About NFTs
One Billion Emails About NFTs
One Billion Emails About NFTs
I've learned to organize my perception of time by the PR blasts that appear in my inbox. The way I see it, there have been three distinct questionable financial eras since I started working as a full-time journalist in 2014. We endured the CBD barrage of the late Obama years, where ancillary television actors, fringe NBA players, and Austin-dwelling Instagram models suddenly became desperate for coverage of their specious Quasi Weed enterprises. (Advertising professionals would play madlib with every possible mid-2010s buzzword to spark a blog post; you'd seriously get press releases about "Health Goth CBD," endorsed by one half of the Chainsmokers.) But to its credit, CBD is at least a corporeal product, which made it much more palatable than the crypto spell of the Trump term. In 2018 my Gmail swelled with Twitch streamers and costumed DJs who were pioneering endless strains of digital currency — often sheathed in chilling posi-vibes language, ("Joycoin," "Arcadia,") and always worth a fraction of a cent — which forced us to ask some elementally unanswerable questions, like