The Death of the Influencer

They had it coming…

Credit: The Death of Seneca + Photoshop

I climb out of the mess of covers keeping me in bed, stumble into the bathroom, and sit down for my “morning conference call.”

While wiping the crust out of my eyes, I pull up my phone and inject internet goodness straight into my veins.

I start scrolling and immediately come across a few cheery twentysomethings twerking in unison…