It’s Friday night at Bushwick’s market.hotel and The Chainsmokers and Halsey’s “Closer” has just set off the club. Around me, an 18+ crowd dressed in graphic crop tops, fishnets, heavy eyeliner, and chunky jewelry have packed the dancefloor so tightly a moshpit threatens to break out. A cloud of digital cameras hover above the crowd, their flashes matching the club’s strobe lighting. When “You’re Not the One” comes on, a girl nearby shouts, “I LOVE SKY FIORI!”, presumably referencing the love child of Guy Fieri and Sky Ferreira.⁠ ⁠ I attend the 2014 Tumblr party at Market Hotel out of both curiosity and a quiet sort of horrific fascination. As someone who spent the majority of their teenage years on Tumblr running an Arctic Monkeys fan blog, seeing my youth diluted into an event flyer on Instagram almost sent me into an existential crisis. I recently turned 30. What do you mean that the Internet I grew up with has now turned into a theme for a nostalgia party?⁠ ⁠ The phenomenon of nost...