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This post about manifesting fame via Tik Tok is a great example of how folks who are writing as if the world did not exist until the last 5-10 years. The story in question is about a winner in the endless attention harvesting competition - as measured via outcomes. But this is a still a 15 minutes of fame thing and one winner will be supplanted by another soon enough. Getting durable results will still be uphill. Not sure what this has to do with Gen Z in particular. 

..Gen Z is the first to fully embrace the power of the Internet. Instead of waiting to get noticed and promoted by traditional “gatekeepers,” Gen Z’ers are using social apps to break down barriers and make things happen for themselves.

That's not accurate. Parents of Gen Z were embracing the power of the Internet too as far back as the early nineties and into the dotcom boom and bust cycle. There will those horrendous GeoCities pages, MySpace came around a bit later and then there was a dotcom for everything conceivable. People were throwing just about anything into the hopper and hoping the internet would work its magic and make it a wonderful shiny thing that all loved and admired. It worked for a select few, the rest toiled in vain and had to keep their day jobs into the aughts and beyond. There is nothing unique that Gen Z did here, just that the medium has changed from the primitive to the likes of TikTok. The modern day content creators don't seem to have interest in contemporary history of topics they choose to write about - if it was relevant would have been trending on TikTok already and they would have known. 

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