Jenna Davis and the Attention Economy: Can Fame Become Art?

Every generation reinvents the route to fame while insisting the destination remains unchanged. Vaudeville yielded to radio, radio surrendered to television, television ceded ground to YouTube, and YouTube now finds itself challenged by TikTok and whatever algorithmic apparition emerges next. Every communications revolution rewrites the rules by which artists are discovered, yet every generation behaves as though the old rules remain immutable. History suggests otherwise. Technology rarely destroys a pathway; it simply demotes it. The old road continues to exist, but a newer, faster, and often stranger highway appears beside it.

Jenna Davis is one of the more compelling case studies of this transformation.

She became famous before most people had decided precisely what she was famous for. That sentence sounds more critical than I intend. In fact, it may simply describe the new evolutionary pathway into music. Throughout much of the twentieth century, fame functioned as the reward for artistic success. Increasingly, in the twenty-first, fame has become the admission ticket. Whether that represents progress, regression, or merely another permutation of celebrity remains an open epistemological question. We are still living through the experiment, making it rather difficult to grade while simultaneously taking the examination.

By 2026, Davis had assembled what can only be described as a formidable digital footprint: more than 11 million followers spread across major social platforms, over 3 million YouTube subscribers, and hundreds of millions of cumulative video views. Those numbers are objectively impressive. Yet numbers possess a peculiar philosophical problem. They measure what is measurable, not necessarily what is meaningful. Views quantify visibility, not value. Followers indicate familiarity, not fidelity. We increasingly mistake metrics for merit because metrics are easier to count than craftsmanship. It is rather like judging a library by the weight of its books instead of the ideas inside them.

 

This observation extends well beyond Jenna Davis herself. It may characterize an entire generation of performers. We appear to be witnessing the emergence of what I would call an attention-first economy, gradually replacing the older craft-first economy. Yesterday, musicians spent years mastering instruments before anyone listened. Today, millions may be listening before the first album has even been released. That inversion is not necessarily good or bad. Gutenberg unsettled medieval scribes. Photography unsettled painters. Streaming unsettled record stores. Artificial intelligence now unsettles nearly everyone. Every communications revolution redistributes opportunity long before it redistributes excellence.

This is precisely where Jenna Davis becomes more interesting than the average influencer who happens to release music. She does not appear content to remain merely famous. Increasingly, she seems determined to become a musician whose career can eventually stand independent of the algorithm that introduced her. There is an important distinction there. Many people use music to maintain fame. Davis appears to be using fame to build a musical career. Those are superficially similar strategies but fundamentally different ambitions.

Her catalogue reflects that ambition. Singles such as "DiCaprio," "6FT Nothing," "FBI," and "16" helped establish her within contemporary country-pop, while her debut album, Where Did That Girl Go?, blends Nashville storytelling with polished modern pop production. None of these recordings attempts to reinvent the genre, nor do they need to. Instead, they suggest something arguably more valuable: artistic patience. Careers built by algorithms often become addicted to acceleration. Artistic development, unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—still unfolds at a stubbornly human pace.

One characteristic I find particularly intriguing is Davis's relationship with her audience. Here I move from documented observation into personal interpretation. Unlike many performers whose online presence gradually hardens into carefully managed corporate public relations, Davis continues to project unusual accessibility. She responds to comments, converses with supporters, shares informal moments alongside professional ones, and retains the impression that an actual person still exists behind the carefully curated profile. In an age increasingly dominated by digital distance, that alone possesses considerable value.

The comparison that inevitably comes to mind is Taylor Swift, though the similarities should not be overstated. Swift cultivated one of the most loyal fan communities in modern music by making millions of listeners feel personally acknowledged, whether through direct engagement, hidden messages, or carefully cultivated reciprocity. Davis operates on a much smaller scale and through very different methods, yet the underlying principle appears similar. Fans are not merely consumers. They become collaborators in a shared narrative. Loyalty grows from recognition rather than repetition, from conversation rather than consumption. Whether this authenticity is entirely spontaneous or partly strategic almost misses the point. Human beings respond to perceived authenticity regardless of its precise origin.

Perhaps this represents an entirely new evolutionary niche within popular music. We have traditionally divided performers into singers, songwriters, actors, celebrities, and influencers. Increasingly, I suspect we need a different taxonomy. There are craft-first artists, who spend years developing extraordinary ability before public recognition arrives. There are attention-first artists, whose audience precedes their catalogue. Then there are hybrid artists, individuals attempting the remarkably difficult migration from digital attention toward enduring artistic credibility. Jenna Davis appears to belong firmly within that third category.

If I were assigning scores rather than certainties, I would place her social media influence at approximately 9.5 out of 10, a reflection of an audience many established musicians would envy. Her acting career earns roughly an 8.5, bolstered not only by Disney productions and the Brat series but also by providing the memorable voice of M3GAN, one of the most culturally recognizable horror characters of the decade. Her music career presently sits closer to 7.5. That should not be mistaken for faint praise. She has accumulated millions of streams, released a coherent debut album, toured successfully, and established genuine momentum. What remains absent is the defining crossover record that permanently alters public perception.

Taken together, I would rate her overall entertainment career at approximately 8.5 out of 10. Those numbers, however, merely summarize the present. They do not predict the future.

If I had to wager—not with certainty, because certainty generally arrives disguised as hindsight—I would argue that Jenna Davis has already solved the first equation. She has earned attention. The second equation is considerably more difficult. Can attention mature into artistry? Can digital familiarity become cultural permanence? Can fame become art?

History rarely remembers who accumulated the largest number of followers. It remembers those who eventually gave those followers something worth following.

 

 

Appendix A: A Small Personal Observation

For the sake of transparency, I should mention that Jenna Davis and I have exchanged the occasional message over the past few years through Instagram and one of her fan chats. These have been brief interactions. She uses her public account; I use an Instagram account under a name she would not recognize as my real identity. She likely recognizes the account itself rather than the person behind it. By "knows," I mean in roughly the same sense that a clerk at a store you visit once a year might vaguely recognize your face without knowing anything about you. Anything stronger than that would be an exaggeration.

One interaction, however, struck me as particularly interesting from both a psychological and marketing perspective.

Before releasing one of her recent music videos, she reached out to a number of fans—including myself—asking us to critique it before publication. I was genuinely honoured to be asked. It suggested that she valued honest feedback rather than simply surrounding herself with agreement.

More importantly, it illustrated something I had been arguing throughout this essay. She was accomplishing two things simultaneously. First, she was obtaining genuine feedback from people who represented her target audience. Second, and perhaps more importantly, she was inviting those same fans to become emotionally invested in the finished product. Once someone has contributed even a small amount of effort to a creative project, they begin to feel a degree of ownership over its success. Psychologists have long recognized this phenomenon, although social media has amplified it enormously. It is remarkably effective—and, in my view, rather ingenious.

I hope she was genuinely seeking constructive criticism rather than merely collecting compliments. I certainly approached the task as though the former were true. My comments focused almost entirely on what I considered the video's weaker elements and areas that, in my opinion, could be improved. In fact, after reading the discussion, I noticed my observations often ran against the prevailing current. Most responses leaned heavily toward enthusiastic encouragement, whereas I attempted to treat the exercise as if I had been asked by a producer or editor rather than by a fan.

Whether she ultimately found any of my suggestions useful, I have no idea. That was never really the interesting part. The interesting part was the process itself. It demonstrated how modern artists can transform their audience from passive spectators into active participants. The fans receive recognition, the artist receives feedback, and both leave feeling more invested than when they arrived. From the perspective of social psychology and community building, it was an elegant piece of social media strategy.

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The Classical Virtues Hidden Inside the Cosplay Universe: The Strange Philosophy of the Cosplay Medic

In an age where fame is often measured by followers, sponsorships, and algorithmic reach, there exists a peculiar kind of public figure who seems to belong to another century. He is recognizable but not famous, admired but not wealthy, known by thousands yet rarely recognized by name. He does not stand on a stage demanding attention. He stands beside a convention hallway with a repair kit, fixing a broken piece of armor, sewing a torn costume, or repairing a prop moments before someone's carefully constructed fantasy collapses.

The cosplay medic represents a strange contradiction of modern culture: a person who has achieved a form of fame without pursuing celebrity.

His reputation is not built upon self-promotion but usefulness. His currency is not money but trust. His reward is not applause but the knowledge that, for one person on one important day, he made the impossible possible.

In many ways, this figure represents something ancient appearing in a very modern costume: the classical virtues.

The ancient philosophers did not primarily ask, "How do you become famous?" They asked a deeper question: "How should a person live?"

The cosplay medic unintentionally provides an answer.

Virtue Without an Audience

The Stoic philosophers of ancient Greece and Rome believed that the good life was not determined by external rewards. Wealth, status, reputation, and popularity were considered unstable things outside one's control. What mattered was the quality of one's character.

A person should act well because acting well is itself the goal.

This idea seems almost alien in a culture where every activity can become content, every passion can become a brand, and every moment can be measured by engagement.

The cosplay medic operates according to a different logic.

The person whose costume he repairs may never follow him online. They may never know his personal story. They may simply remember a moment when something went wrong and another human being stepped forward to help.

From a Stoic perspective, that is enough.

The action has value regardless of whether anyone witnesses it.

Marcus Aurelius, the philosopher-emperor, repeatedly reminded himself that a person should not perform good deeds for praise. A person should do them because that is what a good person does.

The cosplay medic embodies this principle in foam armor, synthetic fabric, glue, and thread.

The battlefield has changed. The virtue remains.

Aristotle and the Craft of Excellence

If Stoicism emphasizes inner character, Aristotle provides another perspective: excellence comes from practice.

Aristotle argued that virtues are not simply things a person possesses. They are habits developed through repeated action.

A courageous person becomes courageous by practicing courage. A generous person becomes generous by practicing generosity. A skilled craftsperson becomes skilled through years of effort.

The cosplay medic reflects this idea of craftsmanship.

Cosplay is often misunderstood as simply dressing up. In reality, high-level cosplay involves engineering, design, painting, electronics, sewing, sculpting, fabrication, and performance. A costume is a temporary work of art that can contain hundreds of hours of labour.

The person who repairs these creations is not merely fixing objects. He is preserving another person's creative achievement.

Aristotle would likely recognize this as a form of practical wisdom: knowing what to do in a specific situation, with limited time and imperfect conditions.

The costume is broken. The convention begins soon. The person is stressed.

The virtuous person does not ask, "What do I gain?"

The virtuous person asks, "What needs to be done?"

The Confucian Ideal: Becoming a Person of the Community

Interestingly, the cosplay medic may fit even more closely with Confucian philosophy.

Confucian thought placed great importance on social roles. A good society is not created only by extraordinary leaders but by ordinary people who perform meaningful roles well.

The teacher teaches.
The parent nurtures.
The craftsman creates.
The elder guides.

The community depends on people who become reliable examples within their sphere.

The cosplay medic has created exactly this kind of role.

He is not famous because he claims importance. He becomes important because others assign meaning to his actions.

Within the convention world, he becomes a trusted figure: the person who can help when something breaks, the person who understands the anxiety of a creator, the person who protects the experience.

His identity is not built around being above the community.

It is built around serving it.

The Forgotten Virtue of Generosity

Modern culture often treats generosity as suspiciously inefficient.

A business analyst might look at the cosplay medic and see a missed opportunity.

Here is a person with:

• a recognizable identity,

• media attention,

• a loyal community,

• a memorable story.

Why not create a brand? Why not sell products? Why not monetize the audience?

The question reveals a fundamental difference between two philosophies.

The entrepreneur sees unrealized economic value.

The virtue philosopher sees a person who has already achieved something valuable.

The modern attention economy assumes that attention must eventually become money.

The older moral traditions understood another possibility: attention can become honour.

A village blacksmith might never become wealthy, but everyone knows his name because he serves the community. A local doctor might never become famous nationally, but generations remember the care they received. A teacher might never become rich, but hundreds of people carry their influence throughout life.

The cosplay medic belongs to this older tradition.

The Nietzschean Challenge: Is Service Enough?

However, not every philosopher would view this example without criticism.

Friedrich Nietzsche challenged traditional ideas of virtue, especially virtues based on humility and service. He admired creators, innovators, and individuals who transformed themselves and the world around them.

A Nietzschean might ask:

Is the cosplay medic simply helping others, or is he creating something uniquely his own?

Has he built a lasting legacy, or has he become a valuable servant within someone else's creative world?

This question creates an interesting tension.

Service is noble, but ambition also has value.

Human greatness often requires both.

The greatest artists, scientists, and leaders usually combine generosity with a drive to create something that outlasts them.

The question is not whether service matters.

The question is whether service can become creation.

The Modern Paradox of Fame

The cosplay medic reveals something uncomfortable about modern fame.

We often assume fame is a ladder:

Recognition leads to influence.
Influence leads to money.
Money leads to success.

But reality is more complicated.

A person can be deeply known within a community but invisible outside it.

A person can change hundreds of lives without becoming wealthy.

A person can become legendary without becoming a celebrity.

The cosplay medic represents a forgotten category:

The famous person who does not need to be famous.

He demonstrates that reputation and celebrity are not the same thing.

Celebrity asks:
"How many people know who I am?"

Virtue asks:
"How many people were better because I was there?"

Those are very different measurements.

A Hero Without the Hero Narrative

The irony of the cosplay medic is that he exists in a world built around heroes.

Cosplay celebrates superheroes, warriors, explorers, and fictional legends. People dress as characters who save worlds.

Yet the most authentic hero at the convention may be the person repairing everyone's costumes.

He does not possess superpowers.

He possesses something older.

Competence.
Generosity.
Reliability.
Humility.

The classical philosophers would recognize these qualities immediately.

The setting may be modern. The costumes may be imaginary. The community may exist around fantasy worlds.

But the virtues are real.

Perhaps that is why the cosplay medic is such a fascinating figure.

In a culture increasingly obsessed with being seen, he represents the ancient idea that the highest achievement is not being noticed.

It is being useful.

And sometimes the person carrying the repair kit is closer to the philosophers' ideal of the good life than the person standing on the biggest stage.

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Toronto Artist Watch: Saya Grey

There are artists who become famous because the market decides they are famous, and there are artists who become important because musicians quietly begin talking about them. Saya Gray belongs firmly to the second category. Ask the average listener to name her and you may receive a puzzled look. Ask producers, session musicians, critics, or anyone who spends their lives searching for the frontier where technique meets originality, and the reaction is often very different. They know exactly who she is, and more importantly, why she matters.

This distinction is worth making because contemporary music culture often mistakes visibility for significance. Streaming platforms, viral clips, and chart positions create the illusion that commercial prominence and artistic importance are synonymous. They are not. Throughout music history, the artists who eventually altered the vocabulary of popular music frequently spent years admired primarily by other musicians. Saya Gray increasingly occupies that rarefied space: an artist's artist whose reputation has expanded less through marketing than through word of mouth among people who recognize exceptional craftsmanship when they hear it.

Her biography helps explain the phenomenon, though it hardly guarantees it. Born in Toronto to a Japanese mother and a Scottish-Canadian father, Gray grew up immersed in an environment where music was not simply entertainment but a language spoken fluently at home.

 Her father, Charlie Gray, built a distinguished career as a jazz trumpeter, composer, and producer, while her mother established one of Toronto's largest independent music schools. Such circumstances provide opportunity, but opportunity alone does not produce originality. Music history is littered with gifted children of accomplished musicians who never escaped the gravitational pull of imitation. Saya Gray did something far more difficult: she absorbed an encyclopedic musical education without becoming imprisoned by it.

Before most listeners encountered her as a solo artist, she had already accumulated one of the most impressive résumés available to a young session bassist. Touring and recording with artists such as Daniel Caesar, Willow Smith, and Liam Payne required a level of technical precision and professional adaptability that is invisible to casual audiences but instantly recognizable within the industry. Session work is one of music's great meritocracies. There are no sympathy appointments, no participation trophies, and no room for mediocrity. If you cannot execute flawlessly, another bassist is waiting outside the rehearsal room. The fact that Gray secured these positions while still exceptionally young spoke volumes long before her own records began attracting critical attention.

Yet it is as a composer, producer, arranger, and sonic architect that she has become genuinely fascinating. In an era when popular music is increasingly compartmentalized into specialized labour—one person writing, another producing, another engineering, another programming drums, another mixing vocals—Gray increasingly resembles an earlier archetype: the complete musician. Her recordings often bear the unmistakable imprint of a singular creative consciousness, one that conceives harmony, orchestration, rhythm, timbre, texture, and production as inseparable components of a unified artistic statement rather than discrete technical disciplines delegated to specialists.

Attempting to categorize her music quickly reveals the inadequacy of genre itself. One encounters fragments of indie folk, alternative R&B, chamber pop, psychedelic rock, jazz harmony, ambient electronics, tape manipulation, and experimental collage, yet none of these labels survives intact. Her compositions behave less like conventional songs than evolving ecosystems, continually mutating through unexpected harmonic substitutions, metric ambiguities, abrupt textural juxtapositions, and startling shifts in instrumental colour. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar may dissolve into fractured digital artefacts; lush vocal harmonies may suddenly yield to intimate lo-fi minimalism; bass lines grounded in jazz vocabulary coexist comfortably beside deliberately distressed production that recalls cassette degradation more than studio perfection.

This aesthetic fragmentation is deceptive, however. Lesser experimentalists mistake randomness for innovation, producing works that feel assembled rather than composed. Gray's music rarely suffers this fate because beneath its apparent discontinuities lies an unusually sophisticated structural intelligence. The pieces possess an internal logic that reveals itself gradually across repeated listenings. What initially appears eccentric begins to feel inevitable. The collage resolves into architecture.

Perhaps this explains why critics have embraced her with such enthusiasm. Publications renowned for championing adventurous music have repeatedly praised not simply her technical proficiency but her refusal to capitulate to prevailing commercial formulas. Rather than constructing songs around algorithmically optimized hooks or predictable structural templates, Gray appears content to trust the listener's curiosity. She writes music that invites exploration rather than immediate consumption, privileging cumulative emotional resonance over instantaneous gratification. It is an increasingly uncommon artistic philosophy within a streaming economy built upon rapid engagement metrics and abbreviated attention spans.

Commercially, this places her in an intriguing position. She is not, at least not yet, a household name comparable to the contemporary titans of mainstream pop. Her streaming statistics remain modest beside the industry's dominant figures, and radio has hardly embraced her as a staple. Yet to evaluate her significance through those metrics alone would be analogous to judging John Coltrane by Top 40 placements or Brian Eno by arena attendance. Some artists alter the conversation long before they dominate the marketplace. Their influence radiates horizontally through fellow creators before it expands vertically into mass culture.

Indeed, Gray increasingly appears to represent a broader countercurrent within contemporary music: a generation of artists resisting the gravitational pull of algorithmic predictability in favour of genuine aesthetic exploration. Her recordings neither apologize for their complexity nor simplify themselves to accommodate passive listening. They demand attention, patience, and repeated engagement—the very qualities digital culture has increasingly conditioned audiences to abandon.

Whether she ultimately achieves widespread commercial prominence remains impossible to predict and, in many respects, beside the point. Artistic history repeatedly demonstrates that cultural significance and commercial success often travel on entirely separate trajectories before occasionally intersecting. What can already be said with considerable confidence is that Saya Gray has earned something perhaps more durable than fleeting popularity: the respect of musicians. Among professionals, that currency is notoriously difficult to acquire because it cannot be manufactured through publicity campaigns or inflated streaming figures. It is earned note by note, arrangement by arrangement, recording by recording. In that regard, Saya Gray has already become one of the most compelling and intellectually ambitious musical voices to emerge from Canada in recent years, not because the industry declared her important, but because those who understand music most deeply increasingly cannot ignore her.

  

The Google AI Report on the Strange Success of #江戸門戸 Dating American Style

The Google AI has examined the latest activity on GreatGuyAAA and delivered an unusual field report. The digital observer has issued a clear message: this small cultural experiment has escaped the normal boundaries of the channel and is attracting attention far beyond its usual range.

According to the AI analysis, #江戸門戸 dating American style is “performing exceptionally well compared to your typical results.” The machine warns that this is not simply a normal fluctuation — the video is significantly outperforming the channel’s usual reach and showing “strong audience interest.”

The numbers tell the story.

Performance Overview

Views: 4,727
Typical range: 4–60 views

Stayed to watch: 66.95%
Typical range: 25.6%–44.0%

Watch time: 8.1 hours

The AI points out that a video normally expected to live quietly among dozens of other uploads has instead found a much larger audience. It identifies the subject — the cultural contrast of American-style dating — as the likely reason this particular idea connected with viewers.

The machine’s first observation concerns the opening hook. A “Stayed to watch” percentage of nearly 67% is considered by the AI to be excellent. In its words, viewers who encountered the Short in their feed did not simply pass by. Roughly two out of every three people chose to stop and watch.

The AI interprets this as evidence that the title, opening image, and concept immediately created enough curiosity to overcome the constant competition for attention.

However, the AI also notices a strange imbalance.

Thousands watched, but relatively few responded.

The video received 17 likes and 5 comments. Compared with the number of views, the AI describes the engagement as low. Its interpretation is that viewers were interested enough to watch but were not yet motivated enough to join the discussion.

The machine suggests this may be because the Short is only 12 seconds long. The very thing that helped it succeed — its speed and simplicity — may also have limited the emotional reaction. Viewers had enough time to understand the idea, but perhaps not enough time to feel compelled to comment.

The AI’s recommendation is simple: create more opportunities for conversation.

For future cultural comparison Shorts, it suggests using pinned comments and direct questions such as:

“What is the biggest dating difference you have noticed between cultures?”

The AI believes questions like these could transform passive viewers into active participants.

Most importantly, the AI identifies a possible new direction for the channel.

It recommends leaning into the niche. Because this cultural comparison topic performed so far above the normal baseline, the audience has effectively sent a signal: explore this territory further.

The AI suggests developing a series around cultural differences — examining the strange, fascinating, and sometimes humorous contrasts between societies.

It also recommends experimenting with slightly longer Shorts. Since the retention rate is already so strong, moving from 12 seconds toward 20–30 seconds could allow more storytelling, more context, and stronger emotional impact.

The final conclusion from the Google AI observer is that this video was not merely a lucky spike.

It was evidence.

A particular idea — cultural comparison, especially around dating and social behaviour — has found an audience. The algorithm noticed it. The viewers confirmed it. The next question is whether GreatGuyAAA follows the trail.

  

Floccinaucinihilipilification: A Victory Report from the Algorithmic Battlefield

I have always admired the rare moments when reality refuses to conform to the fashionable expectation of mediocrity. The internet, that vast digital swamp where brilliance and nonsense swim together in equal measure, occasionally produces a small miracle: evidence that something actually worked.

Today, my Britney Spears short achieved something wonderfully inconvenient for the pessimists.

Within its first hour, “8 Iconic Moments of Britney Spears” reached 232 views — a figure modest by the standards of corporate media empires, but extraordinary compared with the usual fate of independent creators fighting the algorithmic bureaucracy. The machine, for once, noticed.

The most amusing statistic is not merely the views. It is the fact that 75.7% of viewers chose to stay rather than immediately flee into the endless digital abyss. In an age where attention spans are treated like endangered species, convincing three-quarters of passing strangers to stop scrolling is practically an act of rebellion.

The average viewer stayed for 34 seconds. Thirty-four seconds may sound trivial until one remembers that modern civilization has created a system designed to make every human being abandon everything instantly for the next distraction. Against that cultural hurricane, 34 seconds is a small monument.

Naturally, the algorithm has its criticisms. It always does. The video is 92 seconds long, and many viewers did not remain until the conclusion. The machine suggests the obvious: place the strongest moments earlier, manufacture suspense, add “Wait until number one!” and beg the audience to participate.

The algorithm, like many bureaucracies, is not wrong. It simply lacks imagination.

The purpose of creating these videos is not merely to satisfy the appetite of a statistical beast. It is to document cultural moments before they disappear into the digital landfill. Britney Spears is not just a celebrity; she is a symbol of an era — fame, media obsession, youth culture, technology, and the strange transformation of private human lives into global entertainment.

The irony is delicious: the same internet that creates infinite distraction also allows one person with a camera, an editing program, and an unreasonable amount of persistence to preserve fragments of history.

This is the great contradiction of our age. The algorithm may reward speed, but memory requires patience.

So let us celebrate this tiny digital uprising. A 92-second video about Britney Spears appeared in the endless ocean of content, and people stopped to watch.

A small victory, perhaps.

But history itself is made from small victories.

And for those who dismiss such things as meaningless, I offer the ancient intellectual weapon hidden in the title:

Floccinaucinihilipilification — the act of declaring something worthless.

The challenge of the modern creator is resisting the temptation to practice it on oneself.