It’s not the easy entertainment that’s causing brainrot, it’s the convenient sacrifices. The ads. The pollution. Time spent in cars. The plastic crap. The noise. The horrible news. The apoliticism. The talking machine that thinks for you.
Those aren’t entertainment or luxuries, they’re daily micro-tortures that are easy to get used to, easy to tolerate, easy to ignore, but still carve out pieces of your soul. People are being worn down to nothing as surely as if by any addiction. It’s not the high that kills you, it’s the side effects. Weed isn’t a tenth as dangerous as tobacco cigarettes, and one’s got more high, one’s got more side effects.
Ads have taught people that every blank space and every moment of quiet should be filled with attention grabbing manipulative bullshit. If it weren’t for ads, people would have an easier time slowing down. They can’t calm down for the same reason an abuse survivor can’t. They think the next hit is coming as soon as they’re not ready for it.