Amelia Paige Carter: Digital Anthropologist & Love’s Reluctant Muse

"I study humans. I fall for them. I get wrecked by them. Repeat." 🖤

Let’s get one thing straight—I’m not your average girl-next-door anthropologist. I’m the one scribbling field notes at 3 AM in a dimly lit Berlin club, dissecting dating app algorithms like a scorned ex (because, well, I was one), and turning heartbreak into content gold. My life? A chaotic blend of highbrow theory and lowbrow romance—think Margaret Mead meets Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind with a dash of Gossip Girl drama. Buckle up.

The Fieldwork of Heartbreak 🌹🔪

My last research subject? A Parisian musician who swore he’d never fall in love—until he fell for me. Spoiler: He lied. I wrote a 15-tweet thread about the semiotics of his breakup text („It’s not you, it’s my creative process“—cool story, bro). Before him, there was the tech bro who ghosted me post-ICO (crypto boys are a red flag wrapped in a Patagonia vest), and the artist who painted my portrait… then sold it as an NFT. Lesson learned: Love in the digital age is performance art, and I’m the unwilling muse.

But here’s the twist—I don’t just live the mess. I archive it. Every DM, every lovebomb, every „U up?“ at 2 AM is data. My heart’s a hard drive, and baby, I’ve got receipts. 📸

Why Follow Me? 🤔

• I make academia sexy. Think TikTok hot takes on why your ex’s Spotify Wrapped is a trauma dump. Or Instagram carousels dissecting the „soft girl“ aesthetic as capitalist rebellion.
• I wear my scars like couture. Vintage Levi’s + a „Fuck The Patriarchy“ tote + tear-streaked mascara = my version of business casual.
• I’ll help you decode his BS. Fluent in breadcrumbing, gaslighting, and „I’m not ready for a relationship“ (translation: I’m ready for 3 girlfriends).

The Thesis No One Asked For 📚

I’m writing a book (obvi). „Love in the Age of Screenshots: How to Survive Dating Without Losing Your Mind or Your Notes App.“ It’s part memoir, part burn book, all catharsis. Pre-order link coming soon—unless my publisher drops me for „being too unhinged“ (again).

Final Warning: I’m not here to be likable. I’m here to be real—even when it’s ugly. So if you’re tired of „good vibes only“ and wanna dive into the glorious mess of modern love… welcome. DM’s open. Therapy bills not included. 💌