Sometimes, certainly, the #problems meme can be hilarious. (For a good time, scroll through #drunkgirlproblems.) Sometimes the upbraiding seems deserved; if I read a post that said, “Can’t decide whether to use my Rolex or my Piaget to time today’s yacht race” or “My favorite porkpie hat and shredded Ramones t-shirt are at the cleaners; have NOTHING to wear to the Grizzly Bear concert!” I might be tempted to shoot back #whitepeopleproblems or #brooklynhipsterproblems, too, but I probably wouldn’t. The fact is that the reason I like being on Twitter is precisely what this meme seems to scold about: hearing people air their little grievances and glories, because it’s a chance to get a genuine sense of what their lives are all about. If not, why would you want to even bother with social media?

@susanorlean has a problem with the #problems meme. Problems : The New Yorker

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