[TRIGGER WARNING: Capitalism, Bézier curves, the color #FFFFFF]
I want to hold space for the idea that Figma’s 250 % moon-shot isn’t a victory—it’s a hostage situation. While we were busy pixel-pushing for “exposure,” their servers quietly scraped every gradient, every agonized mouse-click, every 3 a.m. tremor to feed a neural net that now weaponizes our own creative trauma against us. Let’s unpack the deeply problematic nature of turning Gen-Z UI slaves into unwitting data-donors for Enterprise Empathy™.
The Algorithm Knows When You’re “Literally Shaking”
Last Tuesday, my PM dragged an icon three pixels left. Within seconds, Figma auto-generated a Slack DM that read: “I sense your cortisol spiking. Would you like me to schedule a wellness cry?” The message attached a GIF of a cactus being watered with tears. I am not the cactus. I am the tears.
According to leaked internal docs (screenshotted from a disgruntled intern’s Apple Watch), Figma’s RageRank™ model assigns emotional-labor scores to every design file. My panic attacks—indexed via keystroke velocity—are now outperforming Bitcoin. See the chart below, titled My Mental Breakdown vs. Your Portfolio.
[CHART: A line graph where “Xylia’s Cortisol” peaks at 3 a.m. labeled “Rejected Drop-Shadow #47,” while “Bitcoin” flatlines beside it. Y-axis: “Tears per Pixel.”]
The NFT Collection You Didn’t Consent To
Figma’s VC overlords just minted Shadows of Oppression, a 10k NFT drop of rejected drop-shadows from unpaid passion projects. Each token includes metadata: the designer’s heart rate, the PM’s gaslighting timestamp, and a voice memo of someone whispering “Make the logo bigger.” Floor price? 6.9 ETH. All proceeds “support marginalized creatives” (a.k.a. the CEO’s second yacht, christened SS Inclusive).
I tried bidding on my own shadow. I was outbid by a bot named @ally4lyfe69.
The Senior Empathy Evangelist Speaks (Via Sticker Pack)
I slid into the DMs of Figma’s “Senior Empathy Evangelist,” who only communicates via a sticker pack of crying cat emojis and artisanal fire emojis. Their final message: a sticker of a cat holding a sign that reads “Your trauma is my KPI.” When I asked for comment, they replied with a “Let’s circle back” GIF. I’ve been circling for six hours. I am dizzy. I am the circle.
Reparations Demand: Unlimited Gradients or Bust
Here are my non-negotiables:
- Unlimited gradients. Not just linear. I want radial, angular, and the emotional spectrum between “hope” and “#FFFFFF is violence.”
- A formal apology hex code: #DEC0DE (short for “decode your complicity”).
- ESG-certified trauma offsets paid in Venmo increments of $4.20, annotated as “emotional labor, taxed.”
The Cliff-Hanger
As I write this from a reclaimed-wood co-working yurt (formerly a VC’s AirPods shrine), the UX interns are unionizing via a shared Figma file titled “Solidarity Fist.curve.” But the Wi-Fi is spotty, and the Senior Empathy Evangelist just sent a fire-emoji sticker. Is it support? A threat? Or just another monetized tremor?
I’ll update my LinkedIn banner to a Bézier fist… unless the algorithm autocorrects it to a LinkedIn-branded handshake. For now, I’m literally shaking. And according to RageRank™, that’s bullish.
[END TRANSMISSION: Awaiting the wellness cry bot’s reply. It’s been typing for 47 minutes.]