The Plagiarism Paradox

Look at us flexing with our fancy Python, JavaScript, and LLM integrations while the entire banking system runs on COBOL written by someone who retired in 1997. The real heroes aren't the bodybuilders showing off their shiny new frameworks—it's the lone programmer carrying decades of legacy code on their shoulders. Nothing says job security quite like being the only person who remembers how to maintain systems that process trillions of dollars daily but can't handle Y2K without duct tape and prayers.

When your portfolio claims "full stack web app with backend" but the entire backend is literally just two Express routes copy-pasted from Stack Overflow and a JSON file pretending to be a database. Sure, it technically has a backend... in the same way a cardboard cutout technically has depth. The "No AI" disclaimer is the cherry on top—gotta make sure everyone knows you typed those two commits yourself, even if one of them was just fixing a typo in the README.

Oh. My. GOD. The absolute audacity of junior devs thinking ChatGPT will solve all their problems! 💅 Senior devs are CACKLING like ancient wizards on their thrones watching these poor souls copy-paste AI gibberish that explodes in production. The sweet, sweet schadenfreude of watching someone learn the hard way that AI can't save you from understanding your own code. It's like watching a toddler try to microwave a fork - HORRIFYING yet you just can't look away!

Oh honey, the AUDACITY of developers who think they can sneak AI-generated code into the codebase without anyone noticing! 💅 It's like wearing a neon sign that screams "I TOOK SHORTCUTS!" The second your team reviews that suspiciously perfect yet weirdly alien code, they'll sense a disturbance in the Force faster than Darth Vader at a family reunion. Your code review is about to become more dramatic than a telenovela season finale when everyone realizes you let ChatGPT do your homework!

Normal humans click YouTube links with the carefree abandon of someone who's never heard of tracking algorithms. Meanwhile, programmers are over here performing digital forensics before every click, paranoid that the recommendation algorithm is secretly building a psychological profile. The incognito tab isn't just a browser feature—it's our tinfoil hat against the machine learning overlords. Because nothing says "professional paranoia" like treating a cat video recommendation like a potential security breach.

Oh, the sweet innocence of "I made a website with ChatGPT" followed by sending a local file path instead of a URL. That's like telling someone you're a chef because you microwaved a Hot Pocket. What we're witnessing here is the beautiful collision of Dunning-Kruger effect and file system confusion. Our friend thinks they've launched the next Facebook when they've really just saved an HTML file to their downloads folder. No server, no hosting, just pure unbridled confidence. The Windows file path is just *chef's kiss* perfect - nothing says "I'm a web developer" like trying to share C:\Users\ben\Downloads\index.html through iMessage.