Attending a Tech Bro Webinar on using AI to skyrocket your content production
But I was somewhat sceptical about the credentials (and age) of the host...
I found myself watching a webinar by yet another white male Tech Bro™, telling us how we should all be using AI to skyrocket our content production.
You know - all those usual buzzwords that get thrown around like sweets at a carnival - streamline your content, skyrocket your rate of publishing, automate your content strategy, all that usual nonsense.
But this webinar felt a bit different - something wasn’t quite right.
And then it hit me - the host must have looked about 13.
I was convinced his voice hadn’t yet broken.
Mid way through the webinar (don’t ask why I hadn’t already logged off), I hear an older womans voice calling out from somewhere in the distance “Andrewww, your dinner’s ready!”
There were muffled sounds of laughter coming from the attendees.
Andrew (the host) blushed heavily but carried on regardless, the true professional that he was.
And then we all hear it again “Andrewww it’s your favourite - turkey twizzlers and chips!”
I can tell he’s a bit flustered by now. He starts to claim he’s having some “technical difficulties” on his end, and that we should “bear with him for a few minutes”.
And then his video turns off, writing on the chat that he’s got to update his version of Zoom (I find this interesting as the webinar isn’t being hosted on Zoom), and that he’ll be back in 10 minutes…
True to his word he does return.
Someone writes in the chat “did you enjoy your dinner Andrew?”
Whilst he tries to get the webinar back on track, I’m sure I can make out the faint glow of tomato sauce around his mouth.
We can all blatently tell he’s just wolfed-down his entire meal, as he’s now barely able to string a full sentence together without pausing for air - you can tell he’s suffering badly from indigestion.
At one point when he’s talking about humanising the use of ChatGPT by hiring freelancers from third-world countries for peanuts, I fear he’s going to be sick.
And then, if you think it can’t get much worse for poor old Andrew, we again hear that woman’s voice calling out…
“Andrewww you forgot all about your rhubarb crumble - the ice creams melting!”