I'm: A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here! Google Docs !!top!!

The cry "Get me out of here!" takes on a new meaning. It is no longer a plea to escape the insects and the starvation; it is a plea to escape the tyranny of the collective. In a Google Doc, there is no solitude. Every keystroke is witnessed. Every deletion is tracked. The "camp" is the document itself, and like the celebrities on screen, the users are forced to perform a version of themselves for an unseen audience of collaborators.

We are all celebrities in the age of collaborative software, performing for an audience of colleagues and strangers, trapped in a tab, waiting for someone to grant us permission to leave. We are eating digital cockroaches for the entertainment of the algorithm, screaming into the void of a chat box: I’m a user, get me out of here. i'm a celebrity, get me out of here! google docs

Perfect for marking off who has been eliminated after each nightly episode. The cry "Get me out of here

Then there is the "Kiosk Kev" of the comment section—the person who doesn’t actually write anything but leaves 34 suggestions to change active voice to passive voice for no reason other than they have an itchy trackpad. Every keystroke is witnessed

Do not ask people to edit asynchronously for high-stakes documents. That’s like asking a celebrity to eat a kangaroo anus without a pep talk. Schedule 20 minutes. Jump into the Doc together. Use the chat feature. Get it done. Close the tab. Walk away.