AI Didn't Invent Slop. It Only Made It Infinite.

Every generation believes it is witnessing the death of taste.

The printing press was going to flood the world with trash. The cheap camera was going to destroy photography. The internet was going to drown serious thought in blogs, forums, spam, and noise. Smartphones were going to turn every sacred moment into a blurry rectangle.

Now artificial intelligence, we are told, has brought us to the final collapse: endless images, endless songs, endless essays, endless pull requests that compile and ship and mean nothing.

We call it AI slop.

And to be fair, much of it deserves the name.