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Brain Rot Is 2024's Word of the Year, and As a Boy Mom...That Tracks

This old term perfectly describes the new teen brain

Brain rot 2023 word of the year according to a teen boy mom: Boy and cellphone collage
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Recently, my teen son and I went to the premiere of the new Dylan biopic, and while wending our way outside the swellegant crowd on Hollywood Boulevard, we passed a twentysomething production staffer sitting cross-legged on an equipment case doing something shocking. He was engrossed in an open paperback.

“Whoa, look that guy’s reading a book!” I exclaimed.

“Gangster throwback!” replied my 18-year-old animatedly, which I think meant he was dutifully impressed by the man’s nostalgic pastime, though it’s hard to be sure when deciphering Gen Z slang terms. At that moment it hit me—being wowed by a dude reading a book in public has got to be a modern manifestation of brain rot, the term that the Oxford University Press (OUP) just named 2024’s word of the year. (Suck it, skibidi toilet and brat summer!)

So—What is Brain Rot Exactly?

According to the OUP, aka brain rot’s press agent, the term is defined as “the supposed deterioration of a person’s mental or intellectual state, especially viewed as the result of overconsumption of material (now particularly online content) considered to be trivial or unchallenging. Also: something characterized as likely to lead to such deterioration.” The word was chosen by a poll of 37,000 votes, from a short list of words that language experts chose as being especially relevant to, as well as used in, the past year.

Does It Apply to Everyone, or Just Gen Z?

As a mom of a teenager, I’ve been observing brain rot in my son’s cohort for years, starting way back to the childhood gateway drug of Angry Birds on iPad through Call of Duty on Xbox, and now via the live-streaming of creators on Twitch. The result of growing up very online is that their young brains developed feeding on hits of video game dopamine, a funner and less effortful activity than spending afternoons concentrating on novels or engaged in—gasp—boredom. (In all fairness, my son did go through a mid-teen Euro philosopher stage, but once we got the meds straight, he perked away from Nietzsche.) I find it fascinating that the term ‘brain rot’ has been adopted by Gen Z and Gen Alpha, those communities largely responsible for the use and creation of the digital content the term refers to,” writes Casper Grathwohl, President of Oxford Languages. “These communities have amplified the expression through social media channels, the very place said to cause ‘brain rot’. It demonstrates a somewhat cheeky self-awareness in the younger generations about the harmful impact of social media that they’ve inherited.”

According to my son, Grathwohl is correct. Generation Z and younger understand their role in the meme economy. As a mom, I’m alternately impressed and saddened by their sangfroid. My son and his peers know they are being mentally massaged by online media, frequently in bad faith efforts to get their attention, money and votes. And yet—here’s the sad part—they know that, considering the enormous pressure of contemporary young adulthood’s economic, political and social pressures handed them by previous generations, the alternative is an almost Herculean task to keep sharp, awake and active. It’s practically impossible to stay sober and stop the brain from rotting.

Ok, So How Can I Help My Teen with His Rotted Brain?

Talk to him, her or them. Have discussions, risk disagreement. And yes, parent, please entertain the possibility that you may be wrong on an issue or two. Because engaging in a complex mental and intellectual activity—call it brain exercise, instead of rot—takes practice, patience and curiosity about what we do not know already. Case in point: the first time I heard “brain rot” in the wild it was via my son. Charmingly, he levelled it at me in a heated discussion about the morality of vigilante justice in a corrupt system. Suddenly, I did a spot check on how I’d arrived at my opinions, drawn my conclusions and sourced my facts. While I ultimately didn’t agree with him, the very fact of his having to put down his phone, look me in the eyes and build a convincing oral argument to counter my opinions was a win for today’s teen. (As well as a win for the two of us—in our family, political debate is our love language.)

I’m not looking for my son to be the next Alexander Hamilton. I’d just like us both to strive toward Henry David Thoreau territory—after all, he’s the guy who coined the term brain rot in his 1854 book Walden. In other words, this fear of culture lapsing into stupidity en masse is just that old, and we’ve survived. And that’s enough to ease this frazzled mom’s worry, even without escaping into TikTok.

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