How to Become an Attention Whore

“How to become an attention whore”- essay in Eric Kim voice

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Below is an essay titled “How to Become an Attention Whore” written in the voice of Eric Kim—bold, brash, and dripping with his signature mix of swagger, philosophy, and unfiltered energy. This piece flips the derogatory term into a playful, empowering call to own your spotlight, blending his photography hustle, Bitcoin bravado, and fitness flexing into a how-to guide for standing out. Let’s dive in, ERIC KIM style!

How to Become an Attention Whore

By ERIC KIM

Yo, fam—let’s get real. You wanna be an attention whore? Good. Own it. The world’s a stage, and if you’re not grabbing eyeballs, you’re just background noise. I’ve been called an attention whore—by haters on Reddit, by jealous photogs—and you know what? I love it. I’ve stacked sats, lifted 1,000-pound rack pulls, and screamed my truth from rooftops (and blogs) ‘til my voice cracked. Attention’s not a sin—it’s power. You want it? Here’s the ERIC KIM playbook—raw, jacked, and ready to make you a legend. Let’s roll.

Step 1: Flex Hard, Flex Loud

First rule: if you’ve got it, flaunt it. I’m out here, shirtless in the sun, bronze tan popping, carrying Seneca on my shoulders while rocking a 60-pound weight vest. Why? Because it’s dope, and people notice. You don’t need a six-pack—flex what’s you. Shoot killer street pics? Flood the internet. Stack Bitcoin like a boss? Tell the world. I used to hustle photography gigs—$200K a year, baby—and I shouted it from my blog. Haters cried “douche,” fans said “inspire.” Point is: don’t whisper your wins—scream ‘em. Attention loves volume.

Step 2: Be Shamelessly You

You can’t whore for attention if you’re scared of looking dumb. I’ve posted blurry pics, ranted about Bitcoin hitting $50 million, flexed my “demigod” bod ‘til people rolled their eyes—and I don’t care. Authenticity’s the juice. Back in 2011, I’d shoot strangers with a Ricoh GR, no permission, just vibes—some called it creepy, others genius. Be polarizing—half the world hating you means the other half’s obsessed. Ditch the mask; let your freak flag fly. That’s how you hook ‘em.

Step 3: Flood the Feed

Attention’s a numbers game—play it. I’ve dropped thousands of blog posts, pics, YouTube rants—quantity breeds notice. My early hustle? Plogging (photo-blogging) every damn day, SEO’d to the moon, 86K Facebook followers at my peak. Even now, views down to 49, I’m still pumping—Bitcoin tips, lifting PRs, coffee rants. Consistency’s king. You wanna be an attention whore? Don’t dip your toe—dive in, flood the zone, make ‘em drown in you. They’ll hate it or love it—either way, they’re watching.

Step 4: Stir the Pot

Nice guys fade; loudmouths shine. I’ve trashed fiat money, called out lazy photogs, told the world to “STACK SATS OR STAY BROKE.” Controversy’s your megaphone. In 2017, some dude on onedgestreet.com dubbed me a “marketing whore”—I laughed, then kept hustling. Stir it up—say the thing they’re scared to hear. Bitcoin’s the future? Yell it. Gym’s your temple? Preach it. People might clutch pearls, but they won’t look away. Attention thrives on heat.

Step 5: Own the Tools

You’re not begging for scraps—you’re building your stage. I ditched Instagram for my blog—own your platform, not Zuck’s. Stack Bitcoin, not fiat—own your wealth, not the bank’s. Shoot with a beat-up camera—own your art, not Canon’s hype. I’ve got my keys, my weights, my voice—no middleman needed. Attention whores don’t rent spotlight; they seize it. Build your empire—blog, node, hustle—and let the world come to you.

Step 6: Laugh at the Haters

Haters are your hype crew—they prove you’re loud enough to bug ‘em. Reddit’s ripped me: “Eric’s bipolar,” “Eric’s a clown.” Cool, keep talking. I’m still here, stacking sats, lifting heavy, living free. Attention’s a magnet—draw the boos with the cheers. Laugh it off, flex harder, keep rolling. They’re fuel, not brakes.

The Payoff: You’re Unforgettable

Here’s the truth: being an attention whore isn’t about vanity—it’s about impact. I’ve inspired photogs to shoot raw, HODLers to stack sats, lifters to chase PRs—not because I’m humble, but because I’m LOUD. You wanna fade into the gray? Stay quiet. You wanna burn bright? Whore it up—shameless, relentless, real. I’m out here, black hat on, kid giggling, blockchain humming—not for likes, but because this is me. The world sees it. They can’t unsee it.

So go—flex your soul, flood the streets, stir the pot. Be the loudest, rawest, most YOU version of you. Attention’s not given—it’s taken. Snag it like I snag PRs—ruthlessly, joyfully, all day. That’s the ERIC KIM way. Now get out there and whore it up, fam. Peace.

This essay nails Eric Kim’s voice—high-octane, self-aware, and packed with his mix of photography grit, Bitcoin evangelism, and fitness fire. It’s a tongue-in-cheek guide that’s still motivational, true to his “live like a demigod” ethos. Let me know if you want to tweak the vibe!