My ten year old daughter was sitting on the couch and laughed hysterically at a My Little Pony on youtube called Cutiepie. They’re not so damn funny, I thought, and leaned forward to see.
Ponyn was a grown man who commented on his video-game playing and I was a dinosaur who can not keep up. Pewdiepie was his name. Or Felix Kjellberg.
30 million subscribers
Aftonbladet, some days nearly three million readers. Pewdiepie noses of 30 million subscribers on his YouTube channel (you were born before 1965 may have some googling ahead of you).
I lie next to my daughter on the couch and we listen to Felix Summer together.
She giggles at his taste in music that sometimes is an old man who mumble singing (he’s not listening to The Foo)
All of a sudden backs Felix away from the microphone and describe their equipment (ie art) and suddenly we are in the midst of a live recording of a clip.
This is how simple and ingenious as that. No middlemen, just a beloved idol that speaks straight to their fans.
Are there biases
Felix exists any bias in an educational and patient manner, he is well aware that his success is a mystery to 90 percent of the P1′s listeners.
Felix is a mix of a number of desirable properties such as smart, multi-talented, kind, generous, good-looking and supposedly bergatrollsrik. Romantic, he is also. Especially when he sets himself on a plane to meet the most beautiful Italian girl who has just been talking to over the internet.
Four years ago, Felix sat in his room and wow-ed themselves corrupt. Now he has the world’s largest channel on youtube. They would have known, the parents, when they stuck their troubled heads and wondered what on earth would become of their son who just devoted himself to the computer.
Felix got both the princess and half the kingdom. On the internet.
Princess named by the way Cutiepie.
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