Tik Tok and the Disjunctive Synthesis of Recording

Schizoanalysis on TikTok

From handicaps finding an audience to millennial celebrities, Tik Tok is the platform for hyper-categorization (categories of categories of categories of popular culture). The reason why it’s so cringy is because you can find a community of already established Chicanos of the 1990’s urbano movement and anime weeaboos that come together and create a hybrid.

Most Chicanos would scoff at boy cosplayers. Weeaboos would say to Chicanos as “that’s so 2000’s.” But in the somewhere some hispanic boy growing up watching a lot of Dragon Ball Z. He ended up hanging around his “foos” to the point wearing pollo shirts, baggy Dickies, and dark sunglasses even inside. As he grew up in the digital revolution, he lived a double life. One where drinking and tattoos was the norm and another, mangas and Naruto headbands. Then in 2018, he downloaded an app called “Tik Tok,” there, he found about a culture of Naruto running hispanic boys like him that also grew up listening to South Park Mexican.

The disjunctive synthesis of recording is not some arbitrary identities forced to face each other to contradict only to reconcile somehow. There’s a language behind it and in order to understand the disjunctive synthesis, one must also know about the connective synthesis)

When YouTube and Facebook launched, it started the broad category content creators. This was the gamer, vlogger, online business owner, news/political personality. Social media 2.0 evolved those broad categories into more specific species. In twitch, you could be a retro gamer or an RPG gamer. In Twitter, you could be a little more specific than a Republican or Democrat. In Instagram you could find Goths, emos, bass guitar players, or prank videos. You were no longer a “vlogger” or an “influencer.” The live stream apps really changed the game because you had to add more personality into what you did. New categories emerged out of vines, musically, and snapchat. TikTok resembles the ultimate culmination of personality.

We live in a society and we have to put up a front when we are in society. There was a worry that people exposing themselves in social media would bring out the worst in them. Instagram peaked with a majority of likes going to half naked women or women calling out for attention using their bodies. For men, it was “flexing” money. It was emblematic of the polarizing culture we lived in. In politics, people where either extremely Democrat or extremely Republican. Few inbetweeners. For dating cultures, the rise of men’s group and “The Red Pill” was a response of the Pareto principle of mating. 20% of the men had access of roughly 80% of attractive women. It affected everyone with with wealth distribution, political power, and housing. We saw a rise in housing insecurities, food insecurities, and substance abuse. At the same time, we saw students demand emotional, financial, and mental health.

Subject groups, or the group in question, follows through its movement through anticipation. This is true for individuals, religious groups, special interest groups, or any organism subject to time. Gilles Deleuze realized that there is no such thing as individual fantasy or that long tradition of individual psychology. In other words, we are all in a group whether we like it or not. Deleuze really brings into question the Abraham Maslows and Carl Jungs of the world.

It is not easy to integrate into a group. Cultural appropriation. IRL, if a person seems too eager to join a group, the members would become suspicious. As they should be. Members want people to earn their way into a group. A revolution requires ambitious people. Like a good nightclub, the more selective the doorman is, the more people would want to go in. Deleuze would caution people (especially psychologist) to internalize this phenomena by the orphan unconscious. They would say things like ‘selective pressures tell the unconscious that the nightclub is high class, and the mind wants to climb the social ladder, because high status primates have greater survival rates and more mates. This is true cringy in the worst way possible. They say “oh, excluding people on purpose makes more people come into my nightclub” without externalizing thought.

If you want to join a Facebook Group, all you need to do is click a button and answer 3 question. Remember what I said that organisms that are subject to time? We all follow through by anticipation. The subject group must resist from becoming subjected. The subjected group (the group losing members) must resist the subjected individual from fantasizing about becoming apart of the subject group because the subjected group was the reason as to why the subjected individual joined the original subjected group in the first place. The subjected individual must also resist from identifying off of the fantasy about becoming part of the subject group (recognition). The leader of the subject group isn’t anymore free than his followers. Followers give up power and trust their leaders to represent their parents. Deleuze would say to finish the circle. The subject group would follow this-up through anticipation. Now we come full circle by the subject group anticipating what it would be like if an individual would become subjected by the subjected group. Because the original subjected individual resist from becoming subjected by the subject group.

More connections are made by excluding. But there has to be more dimensions like mentioned above. We don’t have to orphanize the unconscious like the psychologies does. Subject groups and subjected groups are connected together as two machines.


The Virgin Inferno

There was a man who desired to get laid
He died a virgin and wanted to go to Heaven.
God asked him want made him worthy to enter Heaven.
“I never married, therefore I never cheated. Nor have I cheated anyone”
But God looked into his heart and saw it was filled with lust.
God banished him to hell.

All the damned gathered to talk about their mischief.
Our hero listened as each man retold their days on earth.
He heard of fantastic love stories with beautiful lustful dramas.
Finally it was our hero’s turn to prove himself worthy.
“I uhhh… I’ve slept with so women… you know. Man, it was great.”
“How many?” They eagerly wanted to know.
“Pssshhh. I don’t remember… I lost count.”
They congratulated him and all parted for the day.

A train approached with infinite railcars.
The train is filled with endless loot for the thieves and robbers.
“Each punishment eternally rewards sinners respectively,” said an officiator of hell.
“The robbers will get exactly what they desire.”
Just then, the train whistled for the thieves to serve their punishment.
As the trained rolled out, thousands upon thousands shoved in and out of the train.
It had gold, silver, and precious metals that were so coveted it made souls mad.
That’s the last we heard of the robbers and the train.

“What is the punishment for the gluttons?” Asked the Virgin to a damned man.
“A banquet of epic portions! But souls do not get full, thus never satisfied.”
“And what about the liars?”
“They deceive at first but circumstances alter in a way that they always tell the truth.”
“And what about the lustful?” Asked our hero.
The man looked into his eyes, but didn’t say anything. He understood.
Why did I even bother to get into Heaven? Our hero thought to himself.
“But there’s a caveat.”

The hour came for the lustful and fornicators to serve.
The men were gathered at one side and the women at the other
As they faced each other, they were instructed that they will suffer an eternal orgy.
“Pleasure will intensify, orgasms will be never ending
but man will turn into women, and women will turn to man.”
Our virgin fell as asleep, then woke up and became a women.
Then, our heroine felt lustful desire for the opposite gender.
The orgy has begun.
She climbs the orgasmic mountain of bodies pressed upon bodies
that once were of the opposite gender.

As she is getting fucked by the men, bodily pleasure fills her body.
Everyone is moaning and screaming in intense, never ending orgasm.
A thought comes to her, an innocent little thought, but she doesn’t know what it is yet.
“The men are technically women, so I’m a gay women… which is okay.”
But this isn’t the thought that keeps bothering her.
Stronger and louder, it keeps coming back.
She can no longer ignore this awful thought.

As we leave our hero, or should I say, heroine,
bearly seen in between the pairs of legs, tights, torsos, waists, hands, and feet,
her complexion stays with me the most.
She’s there, smiling with a twinge of hopeless despair carved on the side of her lips.
In her eyes, you could see the virgin inside, a sweet, tender, but sad creature.
that he will never get to experience this reward
In his original form.