I'm a product of the technology era. I was born and raised as home computers, video game consoles, cellular phones, and Al Gore's internet all became commonplace and, in many cases, a necessity. Still though, some things are lost on me.
My girlfriend introduced me to this website a little over a year ago. It is called Facebook, and apparently it is one of many websites that allow people to "socially network" with other users. The idea itself is actually quite brilliant in principle. The execution and usage, however, is laughable and irritating.
My point is simple: take a quick look at the average Facebook user's profile. There's a box on the website that displays the total number of people associated with this user... they're called "friends". This number is often times absurd: are you REALLY good friends with 318 people? Are you terribly interested in what that guy you met that one time 2 years ago is doing right now? Are the pictures from your second cousin's sister's brother-in-law's former roommate's trip to Kentucky so enthralling you simply must stop to look/comment upon?
Facebook and MySpace users, by and large, have one thing in common: self importance and gigantic egos. Seriously people, what the hell are you thinking? You place your entire life online for all the world to see as if somehow its important for us to see it. You add "friends" that you have really connection to whatsoever, as if the more you have online the better you can feel about yourself.
Oh, oh, even funnier, you post pictures of yourselves in compromising situations of alcohol/substance abuse (or even outright slutty behavior) and then wonder why you're denied that new job or labeled by your actual friends/family when they (being part of your hundreds of friends) stop and visit your page and see how life is.
You're morons. Egotistical morons.
I tried Facebook to see what it could do for me. All told I ended up with about 11 friends, of which 3 I cared enough to post on their walls, check their pages, etc. Of those 3, 1 of them was my girlfriend, so obviously the need for a website to track her life was negated. The remaining 2... one of them I email frequently and collaborate on this very blog with. The other one, well, things change. The real world people I want to keep in touch with, I simply keep in touch with.
Offline. Go figure.
You know what actual social networking is? Pick up a damn phone and CALL your friends, make plans to see them, catch up on things, and stop pretending the world is interested in your pathetic life. We don't care.
No one cares. If we did care we'd call you.
My girlfriend introduced me to this website a little over a year ago. It is called Facebook, and apparently it is one of many websites that allow people to "socially network" with other users. The idea itself is actually quite brilliant in principle. The execution and usage, however, is laughable and irritating.
My point is simple: take a quick look at the average Facebook user's profile. There's a box on the website that displays the total number of people associated with this user... they're called "friends". This number is often times absurd: are you REALLY good friends with 318 people? Are you terribly interested in what that guy you met that one time 2 years ago is doing right now? Are the pictures from your second cousin's sister's brother-in-law's former roommate's trip to Kentucky so enthralling you simply must stop to look/comment upon?
Facebook and MySpace users, by and large, have one thing in common: self importance and gigantic egos. Seriously people, what the hell are you thinking? You place your entire life online for all the world to see as if somehow its important for us to see it. You add "friends" that you have really connection to whatsoever, as if the more you have online the better you can feel about yourself.
Oh, oh, even funnier, you post pictures of yourselves in compromising situations of alcohol/substance abuse (or even outright slutty behavior) and then wonder why you're denied that new job or labeled by your actual friends/family when they (being part of your hundreds of friends) stop and visit your page and see how life is.
You're morons. Egotistical morons.
I tried Facebook to see what it could do for me. All told I ended up with about 11 friends, of which 3 I cared enough to post on their walls, check their pages, etc. Of those 3, 1 of them was my girlfriend, so obviously the need for a website to track her life was negated. The remaining 2... one of them I email frequently and collaborate on this very blog with. The other one, well, things change. The real world people I want to keep in touch with, I simply keep in touch with.
Offline. Go figure.
You know what actual social networking is? Pick up a damn phone and CALL your friends, make plans to see them, catch up on things, and stop pretending the world is interested in your pathetic life. We don't care.
No one cares. If we did care we'd call you.
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