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TikTok Algorithm and Critical Thinking (essay)

I understand that TikTok has already become the source or basis of various information, be it in life hacks, home renovations, make-up tutorials (skincare routines), etc. It has become a huge chamber encapsulating almost everything you may need to know in seconds. These information may also be embellished with filters—kudos to its technology—and such (which I often see and am not familiar with) for added entertainment, depending on the users. 

While these algorithms—not only on TikTok—can be advantageous especially when we talk about targeting the 21st-century learners and their short-termed attention spans (research-backed: https://journals.physiology.org/.../10.1152/advan.00109.2016), the possibility of its fabrication cannot be overlooked as sharing of it to other platforms is as seamless as one can imagine. 

Such misleading information that concern political discourses in less-than-a-minute videos that tend to be spread groundlessly, and the hindsight often lead to the emergence of uncritical youth with social media as their bases of information instead of books from credible authors with degrees; also, considering that the youth plays a substantial contribution in TikTok’s success until now. 

While the blame cannot be put on the youth’s shoulders, this, still, should be called out. Always bear in mind that some people and/or group of people with inhumane tendencies (a euphemism for the government) dislike well-educated youth; that is why some of them tend to indoctrinate and blatantly lambaste activists, or even regular citizens who understand situations and brand them as terrorists who are a threat to the public safety just for speaking out the reality, and also by making people believe that they (activists) are nothing but a bunch of ungrateful beings with placards.

I have been seeing such misinformation (revisions for interests) on TikTok, YouTube, and on Facebook, and it has been alarming to grasp the idea that in the very comfort of our homes also brings us to our most comfortable approaches in learning ideas through these platforms just because they render the easiest ways. But, what is easy can sometimes be fatal, and what is unlearned can still be worth-seeking.

Do not let yourself be fooled. Being critical and scrutinizing every information you read and take cannot be surmounted by any trend. 

You should always see yourself stuck in two choices: whether you will be a reasonable literate bound by objectivity-subjectivity or a walking robot.

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