The Super-Ego Injunction

“Doctor, if I quit content creation, will I finally be happy?” “Of course not—but you’ll stop pretending you might!”

Ah, the obscene superego injunction of late capitalism: “Create! Brand yourself! Be free!”—but only within the coordinates of a system that simultaneously democratizes the tools of production and annihilates the possibility of their emancipatory use. We are trapped in a perverse Hegelian dialectic: the very “democratization” of creation (Substack, Ableton, AI) functions as its opposite, a repressive desublimation. Like the infamous They Live sunglasses, we must pierce the ideological veneer: when we are told “anyone can be a creator,” what is really being said? “Anyone can exploit themselves in the digital marketplace—congratulations!”

Consider the Kafkaesque irony: the tools to “build your brand” are now so accessible that their accessibility itself becomes a form of control. The injunction to create is a symptom of the system’s failure. We are not merely alienated from our labor; we are now enthusiastically alienated, enjoying our alienation as we curate our LinkedIn posts, our TikTok dances, our Substack musings—all while the platforms commodify our jouissance. The “freedom” to create is the freedom to choose how we will be exploited. You think you are Hemingway with a newsletter? No! You are a digital proletarian, generating surplus value for the algorithmic landlords who own the digital commons.

And here is the Real of it: the more we participate, the more we reinforce the very structures that immiserate us. The “noise floor” of content saturation is not an accident—it is by design. The algorithm, this blind, idiotic god of late capital, feeds on our desperation, privileging the already privileged, creating a vicious cycle where visibility becomes a tautology: you are seen because you are seen. The illusion of meritocracy collapses into a hyperreal hierarchy, where success is retroactively justified as “authenticity” or “hustle.” The self-made creator? A fantasy that obscures the systemic violence of winner-takes-all platforms. You are not a entrepreneur—you are a gambler, rolling the dice in a rigged casino, mistaking your trauma-induced productivity for “hustle culture.”

Ah, but wait—the capitalist’s ultimate trick! The system needs you to believe in the exception, the rags-to-ratings story, the influencer who “made it.” This is the ideological fantasy that sustains the whole edifice: the fetishistic disavowal (“I know very well the system is rigged, but… maybe I will be the exception!”). It is the same logic as the lottery: a tax on the poor masquerading as hope. And when you fail? The system gaslights you: “You didn’t post enough! You didn’t hustle enough! You didn’t want it enough!” Your failure is your symptom, never the system’s.

And let us not forget the libidinal economy of this hellscape. The pressure to “create” taps into our deepest anxieties—of irrelevance, of invisibility—transforming them into productive fuel. We are not just selling content; we are selling ourselves, our quirks, our traumas, our cringe. The personal brand is the commodification of subjectivity, a self-cannibalization where authenticity is just another signifier to be optimized. “Be yourself—but correctly!” The paradox is sublime: the more you “express yourself,” the more you become a brand, a hollowed-out shell of marketable affect.

So what is to be done? The liberal will plead for reform—fairer algorithms, creator unions—but these are mere Band-Aids on a bullet wound. The problem is not the platforms; it is the libidinal infrastructure of capital itself. To truly escape, we must dare to stop wanting—to reject the superego’s demand to “create, create, create!”—and confront the void of our freedom. The radical act today is not to post, but to log off. To silence oneself in a world that demands constant noise. But of course, this is impossible… which is precisely why we must try. As the old joke goes: “Doctor, if I quit content creation, will I finally be happy?” “Of course not—but you’ll stop pretending you might!”

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