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The one where being a User meant having a degree of respect, not being treated like a retention/churn statistic.

The internet I pine for wasn't perfect – far from it. But its imperfections felt like the quirks of a beloved friend. The slow, warbling dial-up connection tones, the thrill of joining a new forum, the anticipation as you waited for a page to load, and the luxury of anonymity were all part of the charm.