Your face, their script

You started typing something honest once. A reply to one of those with five emojis opening and nothing of substance inside. Or a call out for a bot written post, with that weird, breathless cadence. One sentence. Then another. Then a question. Like this.

You read what you’d typed. Then you deleted it. Not because you were wrong. Because on LinkedIn, there is no off the record.

In North Korea, citizens don’t clap because they’re happy. They clap because they realized that the first person to stop clapping becomes the most visible. LinkedIn is just a version of that which scaled. The enforcement mechanism isn’t a soldier. It’s a performance review that never ends, disguised as a newsfeed.

Your profile isn’t really yours. The moment you listed your employer, your personal page became a subsidiary of their marketing department. You are encouraged to post company “wins.” You are watched for everything else. Your HR director didn’t “connect” with you because they care about your career path. They’re there as a border guard. They don’t have to say anything. Presence is the message.

When the company “nudges” you to share a press release, they aren’t asking for a favor. They’re stealing your reputation. They want to use the trust you’ve built with your friends and colleagues to sell their narrative. They take your credibility for free and call it “employee advocacy.”

Your personality on LinkedIn is treated like a public resource they can strip-mine whenever they want. They take your reach and the tone people actually trust, mix in their own corporate script, and push it back out under your name. You’re told to be “authentic,” but every time you post a “Thrilled to announce,” you’re just a mouthpiece. You’re putting your face on a script written by a 22-year-old in Marketing. You didn’t give them your identity. They just hijacked it.

Did you sign up for this voluntarily? Probably not. You just didn’t realize that “employment” now includes a digital tithe.

The vocabulary is pre-loaded: Thrilled. Excited. Proud. Humbled. You are asked to be yourself while using a list of words someone else approved. It’s a ventriloquist asking the puppet to act natural.

Spend enough time censoring your posts and something shifts. You sit in a meeting, you hear something completely stupid, and you’re about to speak up. But you stop. Your brain automatically softens the truth before it even hits your teeth. You do this in conversations with friends. You do this when you’re alone. The editing runs in the background now, quietly, on everything you think. At some point the nudge stops. You do it yourself.

You hired yourself as the censor and a bullshit relay. The company never had to.

Treat your profile like a fire extinguisher: keep it updated and accurate, but hope you never have to use it. You maintain it because one day you’ll want to leave, and a current profile is a good asset to have.

Otherwise, post nothing. They can’t use your voice if you have none.

When someone asks why you’re so quiet on LinkedIn, just tell them you rarely open the app. You won’t be lying. And nobody has ever successfully argued that an employee should spend more time on LinkedIn.

When you need to vent, for the love of god, go to Reddit.

Written by

Self-proclaimed corporate anthropologist with decades of experience observing the simulation from the inside. Engineer. Nomad. Currently UAE-based. Linux user in a Windows world. Companion to a Jack Russell named Maze.

Writing is an act of rebellion for those still stuck in the fluorescent trenches. It is a project driven by a sensitivity to the human cost of a game not played fairly. The pen name belongs to no single gender and separates the work from the individual, allowing the ideas to stand alone.