I can’t stand a humble-bragger. As a musician, my Facebook feed is filled to the brim with humble-bragging. I can’t turn around without reading, “I was humbled to have played with [insert great musician’s name here].” No, in fact you are not humble, you are a blowhard.
The worst is when someone famous dies. An internet R.I.P. is the humblebragger’s catnip. If an H.B. has anything remotely to do with a recently deceased celebrity he’ll have a post up before the cadaver has cooled. The idea of eulogizing someone on social media whom you have never met is repugnant enough, but to use it as an excuse for self aggrandizement is pathetic.
I’m sure the H.B. is not germane to the music business. The internet is built on the backs of porn and humble-bragging. The next time someone famous dies check your social media feed. I’ll guarantee you will uncover some bragging thinly disguised as a eulogy.
R.I.P. tact.
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