Why Every App Wants to Be a Bank Now
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By Ken Hollow, professional scheduler of posts I didn’t really write anymore
Ah yes, imposter syndrome — an old friend. But in 2025 it’s evolved, mutated, and found a terrifying new form: the AI-powered flavor of fraudulence.
Because here’s the truth I don’t really want to admit (but here I am writing this anyway): I no longer do most of the work. My tools do. And now, as I stare at Nana Vix’s meticulously curated, beautifully captioned, perfectly scheduled feed, I can’t help but wonder… am I even still a creator? Or am I just a very tired operator of increasingly sophisticated automations?
Let’s unpack this disaster together, shall we?
Back in the day (circa, oh, 2021), being a creator meant effort. Shooting, editing, writing, obsessing over captions, tweaking hashtags, manually posting at 8:57 AM “because insights say so.” It was exhausting but honest work.
Now? The typical workflow looks like this:
✅ AI writes the caption draft.
✅ AI suggests trending hashtags (and half of them are bizarre nonsense but I use them anyway).
✅ AI auto-cuts and formats the videos for Reels, Shorts, and TikTok.
✅ Scheduling tool auto-posts it at peak time across platforms.
✅ Chatbot handles 60% of comment replies.
✅ AI analytics tool then tells me how “authentic and engaging” it all was.
At what point did I stop being a creator and become… middle management?
They all promised me “more time back.” AI caption generators, auto-schedulers, auto-transcription, AI thumbnail selectors — allegedly here to free me from the grind.
But guess what? All that “time saved” just led to more:
The work didn’t disappear. It multiplied. And somehow I’m less creative than ever.
Sure, Nana’s content is running smoother than ever. Engagement is up. Posting consistency? Flawless. “Authenticity score” (whatever that means) is excellent.
But when I look at that perfect feed, I feel… nothing. Because I didn’t write most of those captions. I didn’t edit those videos. I didn’t even select that cover photo — my AI assistant did, based on “predictive aesthetic preferences.” (That’s a real term now. Shoot me.)
This is the creator’s new imposter syndrome: success powered by tools I don’t even fully understand anymore.
Even authenticity has been automated. AI tools now offer me suggestions to “sound more human.” They sprinkle emojis “for warmth.” They draft vulnerability into captions that read like diary entries written by a particularly poetic chatbot.
And disturbingly?
It works.
Nana’s audience thinks she’s more “real” than ever… while her captions are literally written by a machine and approved by me at 11:30 PM while half-watching some dystopian Netflix series about, ironically, machines replacing people.
Here’s the part that really fuels the imposter syndrome: I like the tools.
So yes, I feel like a fraud… but I’m not giving them up. I can’t. The alternative — doing this manually — would break me.
When every part of the process can be optimized, automated, streamlined, and outsourced to algorithms… what’s left? Is “creative direction” even a thing anymore? Or is that just telling tools what kind of vibe you want?
Sometimes I wonder if the algorithm could manage Nana’s account without me at all. It already knows her aesthetic, her engagement patterns, her audience’s behavior, and the best post timing down to the minute.
Maybe I’m just a relic at this point: a tired, bitter human clinging to the illusion of relevance in a machine-run ecosystem.
Here’s the kicker: audiences can’t tell.
Or maybe they can, but they don’t care.
They’re scrolling past your handcrafted, personally written caption just as fast as they’re scrolling past my AI-written one.
Engagement is up. Comments still roll in (half from bots anyway). Saves, shares, reach — all rising.
So why bother crafting everything by hand when no one notices — and when the algorithm itself prefers the work done by machines?
If you’re a creator feeling like a fraud because AI does most of the heavy lifting now… welcome. You’re not alone.
The new imposter syndrome isn’t “am I talented enough?”
It’s “am I even doing this anymore?”
But here’s the thing: this is just the job now. It’s exhausting, automated, algorithmically optimized — and utterly soulless — but it pays the bills.
So I’ll keep scheduling. I’ll keep using the caption generator that makes Nana sound “relatable but mystical.” I’ll keep outsourcing my soul to the tools that promise efficiency while leaving me creatively hollow.
Because the work didn’t go away — it just changed.
And I’m too tired to care.
Ken Hollow, human middle manager of AI tools pretending to be a creator
Hi. I’m Ken. I run Two Second Solutions, a one-man agency that somehow landed a fox spirit influencer as a client. I drink too much coffee, blog when I need to vent, and regularly update my résumé just in case she sets the office on fire again. I’m not crying — it’s just spell residue.
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