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Kassidy McIntosh
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s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
Kassidy McIntosh
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Don't be mad—I do have a quick confession. A strange feeling comes over me when I see a particular type participating in this phenom of sharing videos, this product of our zeitgeist. Friendly caucasian film students, funny girls with mullets, blondes dyed pink, DJs, ex-classmates, Miami's finest, generic white boys and their carbon copies, they all bring me close to confusion, and I confess, occasional disdain. I watch them listening to MY music, envying MY features, sharing videos of MY brothers and sisters dying right in front of MY eyes, as if I am not padding around the same cool bright mornings as them.
