Silicon Valley Has Long Been About Re-Packaging Bad Ideas
Everything you know and love will be enshittified. And you'll love that too.
The first time I heard someone describe Silicon Valley as a meritocracy, it was said with the reverence usually reserved for religious conversions or near-death experiences. The speaker was a founder, male (white) of course, who had recently raised a seed round to “disrupt” an industry that, until that moment, had functioned tolerably well without an app. He spoke of innovation the way Victorians spoke of progress: as something inevitable, morally good, and—most importantly, profitable for those positioned to benefit from it.
Yet Silicon Valley’s most enduring theme has never been invention. It has been revision. The Valley excels not at generating new ideas, but at laundering old, often bad ones through the cleansing rituals of venture capital, jargon, and PowerPoint decks until they emerge smelling faintly of inevitability.
The gig economy, which arrived heralded by sleek logos and frictionless UX, promising freedom and flexibility. What it largely delivered was piecework—an economic model as old as the Industrial Revolution, minus the factory walls and plus an algorithmic foreman. The idea that workers should bear all the risk while corporations skim value is not new; it is simply rent-seeking in a hoodie. Silicon Valley did not invent precarious labor. It merely figured out how to make it downloadable.
This refurbished enshittification extends well beyond the borders of business. When Peter Thiel says women shouldn’t vote, or Curtis Yarvin says we should convert those whom society deems unwanted into “biofuel”, these aren’t even new ideas, but well trodden and documented historical policies and pogroms. When you dig into their past—their beliefs and values, their life stories and background read like some variation of the screenplay for American Psycho.
An All-Too-Familiar Pattern
A pattern that repeats with such regularity that it begins to resemble a business model in itself. “Disruption,” is a word now so drained of meaning that it functions mainly as a ceremonial incantation. What is disrupted is rarely inefficiency or injustice. More often, it is regulation, labor protections, or any arrangement that prevents growth curves from resembling hockey sticks. The taxi medallion system had problems, but surely the solution was not to replace it with an unregulated market where prices surge during natural disasters. Could that really be called innovation? Or rather more accurately, opportunism with a product roadmap.
Social media, perhaps the valley’s most successful export, rests on a familiar and troubling foundation. Advertising-funded mass media is an old idea, but Silicon Valley “improved” it by adding total surveillance. Newspapers once guessed what readers wanted based on circulation and letters to the editor. Platforms now know what users want before users do, or at least before they admit it to themselves. The result is not a more informed public sphere but a more profitable one, optimized for outrage because outrage converts. This is not a bug. It is the point.
What distinguishes Silicon Valley from earlier industrial hubs is not the novelty of its ideas but the velocity with which it recycles them. Venture capital accelerates this process by rewarding scale over substance. An idea does not need to be good; it needs to be fundable. And fundable ideas tend to share certain traits: they externalize costs, promise monopoly, and rely on the assumption that social consequences can be dealt with later, ideally by someone else.
Crypto, for instance, was introduced as a revolution in trust. In practice, it replaced trusted institutions with untrusted intermediaries and then asked users to be grateful for the privilege. The core ideas of speculation, asymmetric information, and the concentration of wealth, are ancient. What was new was the confidence with which proponents insisted that mathematics had solved human nature. When the inevitable collapses arrived, they did so with the predictability of Greek tragedy, except the chorus had been replaced by Twitter.
Artificial intelligence, the Valley’s current fixation, shows signs of following the same script. Pattern recognition systems trained on the internet are presented as synthetic minds. Automation is sold as augmentation, even as it quietly devalues creative and clerical labor alike. The promise is productivity; the risk is a future in which judgment is outsourced to systems optimized for engagement, efficiency, or cost reduction rather than wisdom. None of this is unprecedented. Management has always sought tools to reduce labor costs. What is new is the claim that this time, it’s destiny.
The genius of Silicon Valley lies not in deception but in persuasion. Bad ideas persist not because they are obviously flawed but because they are rhetorically elegant. They arrive wrapped in moral language—empowerment, democratization, access, that makes resistance sound like nostalgia. To object is to be a Luddite, a term whose historical meaning (skilled workers protesting the destruction of their livelihoods) has been carefully inverted.
This inversion is itself just slight of hand. Every technological revolution has declared its critics obsolete. What Silicon Valley adds is a particular strain of techno-determinism. It’s a dogged insistence that technology moves forward on its own, and that society’s role is merely to adapt. This conveniently absolves builders of responsibility. If harm occurs, it is framed as an unfortunate side effect of progress rather than the predictable outcome of incentives.
None of this is to say that Silicon Valley produces nothing of value. It has delivered genuine advances in computation, medicine, and communication. But these successes coexist with a sprawling ecosystem devoted to monetizing attention, skirting regulation, and redistributing risk downward. Bad ideas exist. Bad ideas are inevitable. But these bad ideas are so often rewarded with capital, prestige, and cultural authority for “innovation”, and then 10 years later looked on as the obvious conclusion.
Perhaps the clearest sign that Silicon Valley specializes in repackaging is its aesthetic. Everything is clean, minimal, and aggressively friendly. Offices resemble kindergartens; founders dress like graduate students who never graduated. This visual language suggests openness and play, masking the underlying continuity with older forms of power. The railroad barons had top hats; today’s tech executives have Allbirds. The impulse is the same.
In the end, Silicon Valley’s greatest innovation may be its ability to convince us that we are living in the future, even when we are reliving the past. Old hierarchies reappear as platforms. Old exploitations return as features. Old inequalities are reframed as optimization problems. The packaging changes; the contents do not.
The danger is not just that Silicon Valley repackages bad ideas. It is that we keep mistaking the packaging for progress, and congratulating ourselves for having unboxed it first.





"How will we stay in contact?" You might have thought the year was 1800 and I was to be transported to Australia, for my country's good, for, my country's good, far outwith the reach of the incipient postal system, and too far for an afternoon "drop-in".
The year wasn't 1800. It was 2021, 31st January, and I was leaving Facebook and, for the first time in its history, the next month, Facebook would record a fall in the numbers of its subscribers. I was jubilant. Now, if Facebook can be described (and it is so described by its founder) as a "frictionless" experience, there can be little doubt that transportation to Australia is about as frictionful an experience as one can imagine. But how much more frictionful is it than quitting the good Book?
This year, in September, I compounded the grievous act of folly that is the decision to quit FB by nearly drowning in a marsh, the result of which was that I lost my bicycle, my shorts and my mobile telephone. Whilst many would see the purchase of a new phone as an indispensable part of modern living, I decided otherwise. I decided to edge my lifestyle back in the direction of ... 1800, cancelled the number and proclaimed the act by reasoning publicly that my clients cannot be so witless as to be incapable of contacting me with just a telephone number and an e-mail. I said, if that proves too difficult a hurdle, it is perhaps better that they go to someone else.
I have a LAN line and those who know me can easily find out my address. The idea that one is isolated as if on a desert island in 2025 without the tools of "progress" is asinine. But, contacting me is not a frictionless process. If you want to contact me, you have to want to contact me. And that means that my life, not yours, is calm, peaceful and pleasant. Just like life was for those who remained behind in 1800.
https://endlesschain.substack.com/p/a-street-named-progress