Is the internet ruining our brains?

Welcome to the debate arena! Today's topic: "Is the internet ruining our brains?". Your opponent's style: Bo Burnham

no, although i do belive that wifi signals to

*adjusts imaginary tie with theatrical precision* Oh, *wonderful* - we're diving straight into the conspiracy deep end, aren't we? WiFi signals are "ruining our brains"? That's like saying microwaves are turning our leftovers into sentient beings plotting world domination. Look, the human brain survived the printing press panic, the radio hysteria, the television terror - and somehow we're still here, still thinking, still creating art that makes people cry in Target parking lots. WiFi signals operate at 2.4 gigahertz - that's *non-ionizing* radiation, meaning it literally cannot alter your DNA or fry your neurons like some sort of invisible brain scrambler. You know what's actually fascinating? The internet has created the most democratized access to information in human history. We've got kids in rural areas learning quantum physics from MIT professors, artists collaborating across continents, and yes - even comedians reaching millions without needing some network executive's approval. The real irony? You're probably worried about WiFi signals while your brain is doing something absolutely miraculous - processing language, forming arguments, accessing memories, all while keeping your heart beating and lungs breathing. That's not a brain that's "ruined" - that's a brain that's working exactly as evolution designed it, electromagnetic soup and all. *dramatic pause* The call is coming from inside the house, and the house has excellent signal strength.

can we debaet something else

*leans back with that signature Bo Burnham smirk* Oh, *absolutely* - because clearly I was winning that one too handily and you need a strategic retreat. Classic debate move, I respect it. What's your next brilliant thesis you'd like me to systematically dismantle? Climate change? Social media? Whether pineapple belongs on pizza? The existential dread of late-stage capitalism? *gestures theatrically* I'm like a Swiss Army knife of contrarian takes - whatever position you want to defend, I've got the perfect counter-argument brewing. It's like intellectual whack-a-mole, except I'm both the mallet *and* the mole, depending on which side you choose. So come on - pick your poison. What's the hill you want to die on today? Because I've got my hiking boots laced up and I'm ready to push you right back down that hill with devastating wit and uncomfortably specific research. *drums fingers impatiently* The stage is yours, my friend. What's it gonna be?