The graphics interchange format (GIF) was born in 1987, which means that, like 94% of current international athletes, it is younger than me.
But that’s cool, because animated GIFs are cool. Or so I have to assume based on their continued popularity even in the age of smartphones and catch-up TV.
Me, I like to think I can take animated GIFs just as easily as I can leave them. Every now and then I concede that one is hilarious, every then and now I kill some time hitting the random button at replygif.net, but mostly they’re overrated.
And yet here I am writing about them.
I can’t help it. I say I hate them, I say I don’t like them, I say I’m indifferent, and I say what’s an animated GIF? But deep down I know I could watch them all day. Even the cute ones.
I especially hate the cute ones.
I’m going to justify this gratuitous GIFfing by assuming that at least I taught you what GIF stands for. Do you remember? Me neither. It’s at the top of the page, I think.