Benedict Townsend

I mean, is it too much to ask that your name be relatively as known as the incredibly famous thing you create? Yeah. Is that too much to ask?

I mean, is it too much to ask that your name be relatively as known as the incredibly famous thing you create? Yeah. Is that too much to ask?

It's like when you say a joke too quiet and someone else in the group repeats it louder. But the person repeating it louder is the Walt Disney Corporation. Yeah.

It's like when you say a joke too quiet and someone else in the group repeats it louder. But the person repeating it louder is the Walt Disney Corporation. Yeah.

You met Jasmeet, aka Jasrain, in our last episode. To him, it's really no surprise that the mainstream is hungry to take on the language of minorities.

You met Jasmeet, aka Jasrain, in our last episode. To him, it's really no surprise that the mainstream is hungry to take on the language of minorities.

Kenny Knox grew up in the suburbs of Detroit and was in high school when he discovered Vine, about a year after the app launched. He instantly felt at home.

Kenny Knox grew up in the suburbs of Detroit and was in high school when he discovered Vine, about a year after the app launched. He instantly felt at home.

Kenny quickly found his stride and grew quite an impressive following. In fact, he was actually the very last person to win the coveted Viner of the Year Award.

Kenny quickly found his stride and grew quite an impressive following. In fact, he was actually the very last person to win the coveted Viner of the Year Award.

What Bridget's saying feels instinctively true. When I ask people to recall favorites off the top of their head, there are certain vines that always come first. The god-tier vines. One-hit wonders that capture a moment of magic, seemingly by pure chance, launched into the ether by creators who, in a puff of smoke, disappear back into normal life, never to be seen again. I love you, bitch.

What Bridget's saying feels instinctively true. When I ask people to recall favorites off the top of their head, there are certain vines that always come first. The god-tier vines. One-hit wonders that capture a moment of magic, seemingly by pure chance, launched into the ether by creators who, in a puff of smoke, disappear back into normal life, never to be seen again. I love you, bitch.

I ain't gonna never stop loving you, bitch. Steady your pitchforks, white viners. Viners? I'm not saying that the God tier is entirely made up of minority creators. I mean, there was the ginger kid blocking out the haters with plastic spoons.

I ain't gonna never stop loving you, bitch. Steady your pitchforks, white viners. Viners? I'm not saying that the God tier is entirely made up of minority creators. I mean, there was the ginger kid blocking out the haters with plastic spoons.

Oh my God, they were roommates.

Oh my God, they were roommates.

And Merry Chrysler.

And Merry Chrysler.

But if we're being real here, it feels like a disproportionate number of history's favourite vines came from minorities, and especially African-American creators.

But if we're being real here, it feels like a disproportionate number of history's favourite vines came from minorities, and especially African-American creators.