Hey! I’m Tiff
I’ve covered computing apocalypses for WIRED, surveyed the pitfalls of tech legislation for Vox, aired my grievances with music streaming on MIT Tech Review (You can also find my work in Vogue, i-D, Billboard, and more). But the closer I got to the frontiers of tech, the more its aura started to melt away.
Cyber Celibate is where I reclaim my relationship with technology.
I dream of TikTok sounds in my sleep. I hear phantom phone pings.
To re-associate, I’m DOWNGRADING.
I want to raw dog life. So I’m renouncing a piece of tech I live by for its more archaic, analog counterpart (my vow of digital chastity). Expect a field report every month.
Don’t worry, I won’t leave you high and dry in between. Every Sunday, I’ll attempt to answer two main questions: How did we get here? Were things really better way back when? I’ll be rediscovering the original promise of the so-called digital age: how did Apple’s 2000s marketing philosophy inspire the sheer skirt? Why does the origins of Move Fast Break Things trace back to 70s DIY counter-culture? Where does the legacy of cyber-feminists, punks (cypher- and solar-) live in technology today?
If you’d like to truly be off the grid, become a Snail Mail member to get Cyber Celibate physically mailed to you.
What people are saying…
“Tickled to be your lede” — Will Shortz
“Woooooo” — Clive Thompson
“Sorry I butt dialed you!” — Stewart Brand
“Did you find your diploma” — Mum
