Anonymity on the internet is a right and a privilege. It’s something we take for granted, and sometimes forget what it means. Being anonymous isn’t about being able to put other people down without them know it’s you. It’s not boasting about something you like or did. It’s about being taken at your word. It’s being completely equal to the people who are reading it, and it’s their reading that gives the words power. There are no genders unless stated. No religions. No starting point besides a blank page and an idea.
That’s the idealist way of looking at it. In reality, anonymity on the internet allows for women-hating, intolerant people to spew whatever small-minded ideas plop themselves in their heads. Women now know what is being said about them, what people are thinking about them. Their flaws and faults are everything they already know about themselves that isn’t perfect. Now they know everyone else knows.
Then there’s a paranoia. Was the yak talking about the girl with the flat ass and the fat face aimed at you? Is that how the rest of the campus sees you? Your friends? Are they your friends or are they the ones posting?
The easy thing to say is that if you don’t want to feel this way, don’t look at the app. But why should you be limited in what you view because of what someone else says? You tell yourself you’ll ignore it and stand tall, but still the words are pasted on the inside of your eyelids.
But then there’s the majority of posts, where people talk about the classes they hate and how bad the food is on campus. People say funny things about funny people and funny circumstances. Yik Yak is a funny app.
Except when it’s not.