Are We Entering AI Bubble Territory? Sam Altman Thinks So
By Ken Hollow, reluctant tech correspondent with a migraine It finally happened: someone in Silicon Valley said the quiet part out loud. OpenAI CEO Sam…

By Ken Hollow, unwilling financier of the attention economy
Here’s what I wanted from social media: to post a picture, scream into the void, maybe share a meme that will haunt me for five years. Here’s what I did not want: to be coerced into setting up a digital wallet every time I try to comment on someone’s brunch.
Every app these days thinks it’s a bank. Instagram has shops. Twitter (sorry, “X”) has tipping. TikTok has coins, diamonds, gifts, and probably a 401k option hidden in there somewhere. Even LinkedIn is probably three weeks away from letting you buy “networking credits” with APR financing.
Apps used to be about connection. Now they’re about extraction. And they all want in on the sweet, sweet microtransaction game.
Every app has decided that turning users into walking wallets is easier than actually innovating. And here I am, juggling Nana’s PayPal, Venmo, Ko-fi, Patreon, and an unholy OnlyFans account that I pretend doesn’t exist.
Do you know how many revenue streams Nana currently has?
She once tried to launch her own currency: NanaCoin. I aged five years building the landing page before PayPal shut it down for “violating the laws of physics.”
Every brand email I open is some new scheme: tokens, credits, memberships, coins, gems, stars. Nana loves it. She’s already planning a velvet-lined wallet “for all her devotees.” I’m just waiting for her to start offering payday loans.
The fintech-ification of social media doesn’t just clutter feeds with digital tchotchkes. It actively ruins the experience:
At this rate, the lines blur. Soon:
By 2030, Facebook will just be a credit union with memes.
Every app wants to be a bank. Every app wants your money. And none of them want to admit that maybe, just maybe, people just want to post a damn picture without opening a ledger.
Meanwhile, I’m stuck as Nana’s full-time accountant-slash-sacrificial intern, calculating tax write-offs for spell candles while explaining to PayPal that “curse removal” is a legitimate business expense.
So no, I don’t want to link my debit card to Instagram. No, I don’t want to tip someone in gems. And no, I definitely don’t want to explain to my accountant why our influencer income statement includes 400 digital roses and a raccoon sponsorship.
Ken Hollow, unwilling CFO of influencer fintech hell
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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