Though this song is a bit on the older side for pop music, I really love it, and how down-to-earth and honest it is. Every so often it will pop into my head, and I'll listen to it and remember how much I like it. Enjoy.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Time for Some Pretty Pictures
On a rainy and tornado-ed day like today, I think some colorful photographs are called for.
Click through to National Geographic for their "Visions of Earth" slideshow for 2011. And no, it's not full of pictures of the earth from space, it's pictures of Earth from ON Earth.
Click through to National Geographic for their "Visions of Earth" slideshow for 2011. And no, it's not full of pictures of the earth from space, it's pictures of Earth from ON Earth.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
If You Could Get Away With It
"51-60% of college men report they would rape a woman if they were certain that they would get away with it."
This statistic came up in my Gender Studies class today. It was part of a girl's presentation on Date Rape, and frankly, it scared the hell out of me.
Think about that for a bit.
Roughly every other college guy (based on this study) would think nothing of sexually violating a woman if they knew there would be no consequences.
Say what you will about men and their more "animalistic" nature when it comes to sex, but that is still no excuse. Even if you don't think that sex is this big important sacred thing that can only be done once you're married, there should be some sense of DECENCY that would stop you from doing this. Makes me wonder, would 51-60% of guys say that they would rob someone if they knew they could get away with it? What about killing someone? Is it that they honestly think sex is NOTHING, or are they just completely corrupt and are only acting like decent people most of the time because of outside controlling forces?
Makes me wonder.
Hilarity of the Day
In poking around CVS.com today, I saw that they (no joke) have a section called "Inner Beauty."
Damn.
If I had known you could pick that up in a store, I would have done that YEARS ago.
Click here to see what they think "Inner Beauty" means.
Damn.
If I had known you could pick that up in a store, I would have done that YEARS ago.
Click here to see what they think "Inner Beauty" means.
Golden Ticket/Certificate
Oh hey, White House, you've published a copy of Obama's birth certificate. I'll get to that in a minute.
Currently I'm watching MSNBC while Donald Trump runs away at the mouth babbling like an idiot commenting on the "progress" he's made by annoying the US government into releasing the birth certificate. Wow. Yeah, my BIGGEST CONCERN in this world was the certificate. Like I honestly thought that throughout the ENTIRE election process, NO ONE checked to see if Obama was qualified to actual become president. Is this honestly at the top of a lot of people's "To Be Concerned About" lists? Not global warming, or global poverty, or national poverty, or inflation, or the failing education system . . . nah, the thing that keeps people up at night was that damn certificate. Yeah. Right.
God, he is annoying. To be honest, I have somehow manged to avoid hearing him talk up to this point (I don't watch a lot of TV news, and I also much be very lucky). He reminds me of the stereotypical abusive football jock who rules the high school just because he talks big and no one's quite sure how to take him down. He just asked a reporter "Are you intelligent?" Yeah. That's exactly who I want to have running my country. An abusive insulting guy who intimidates everyone. I suppose the good news is that he seems to have gotten his comb-over under more control than when I last saw it.
To be fair, I'm sure he has some degree of education and intelligence. He is successful, and must know something about something to have gotten where he is. But he has a serious ego issue. And should take some classes in speech delivery. He is shouting at everyone like the reporters are half-deaf disobedient children.
Anyone, on to the certificate. Frankly, I'm not sure how I feel about the White House releasing the copy of the birth certificate. I think it's good because maybe it'll get the Birthers (*gag* I hate that term. It makes me very uncomfortable and my skin crawl, like the word "wifey") to maybe shut up. Of course, people who want to complain and find fault with anything and bleat about it until someone takes notice. And it's almost embarrassing that the White House has to stoop down to the Birthers' level to print out a copy of the certificate and go "See? Here it is . . . "
Wow. I'm typing this as the press conference goes on, and Obama just commented that on actual issues (he mentioned National Security), he would never get the kind of network coverage that is being given to this. He's right. Why do we care so much about this issue that doesn't matter as much as, oh, anything else in the world? We as a nation are easily distracted from what really matters.
Note: If you want to see a copy of the certificate, all it takes is a quick Google, it's all over the sites. In this case, I don't feel it necessary to endorse one particular site by posting a link.
Currently I'm watching MSNBC while Donald Trump runs away at the mouth babbling like an idiot commenting on the "progress" he's made by annoying the US government into releasing the birth certificate. Wow. Yeah, my BIGGEST CONCERN in this world was the certificate. Like I honestly thought that throughout the ENTIRE election process, NO ONE checked to see if Obama was qualified to actual become president. Is this honestly at the top of a lot of people's "To Be Concerned About" lists? Not global warming, or global poverty, or national poverty, or inflation, or the failing education system . . . nah, the thing that keeps people up at night was that damn certificate. Yeah. Right.
God, he is annoying. To be honest, I have somehow manged to avoid hearing him talk up to this point (I don't watch a lot of TV news, and I also much be very lucky). He reminds me of the stereotypical abusive football jock who rules the high school just because he talks big and no one's quite sure how to take him down. He just asked a reporter "Are you intelligent?" Yeah. That's exactly who I want to have running my country. An abusive insulting guy who intimidates everyone. I suppose the good news is that he seems to have gotten his comb-over under more control than when I last saw it.
To be fair, I'm sure he has some degree of education and intelligence. He is successful, and must know something about something to have gotten where he is. But he has a serious ego issue. And should take some classes in speech delivery. He is shouting at everyone like the reporters are half-deaf disobedient children.
Anyone, on to the certificate. Frankly, I'm not sure how I feel about the White House releasing the copy of the birth certificate. I think it's good because maybe it'll get the Birthers (*gag* I hate that term. It makes me very uncomfortable and my skin crawl, like the word "wifey") to maybe shut up. Of course, people who want to complain and find fault with anything and bleat about it until someone takes notice. And it's almost embarrassing that the White House has to stoop down to the Birthers' level to print out a copy of the certificate and go "See? Here it is . . . "
Wow. I'm typing this as the press conference goes on, and Obama just commented that on actual issues (he mentioned National Security), he would never get the kind of network coverage that is being given to this. He's right. Why do we care so much about this issue that doesn't matter as much as, oh, anything else in the world? We as a nation are easily distracted from what really matters.
Note: If you want to see a copy of the certificate, all it takes is a quick Google, it's all over the sites. In this case, I don't feel it necessary to endorse one particular site by posting a link.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Fed Up
Today is one of those days where I have just HAD IT with the world.
My Political Science class, which has been sliding downhill this whole semester, today was a 2-and-a-half hour session where we talked about what was wrong with the world. On the surface, this sounds fine, but it's not what you think. We didn't talk about governmental policies and politicians that were corrupt . . . we talked about Jersey Shore. And PeopleOfWalMart.com. I kid you not. Entertaining, but it reminded me why I occasionally slip into spells of depression . . . the world is crazy and life sucks . . . and here was a whole class session dedicated to the subject. Lucky me.
I've just reached the point where I'm TIRED of everything. I can't watch TV anymore because there's nothing worth watching, I can't listen to the radio because there's nothing worth listening to, and I can hardly find a book that's worth reading and not something published by a "big name" author who had one success and now is just coasting on that previous success
Perhaps I now just sound like a whiny old person who can't keep up with the times. Truth be told, I don't think there ever was, is, or will be the "right time" for me. I just seem to have the goals and dreams and values that match up with absolutely NO ONE ELSE'S. This is frustrating beyond anything you can believe.
This is one of my posts that is not well thought out, with little cohesion or substance . . . I am just ranting for the hell of it because there is nothing I'd like better at this time than to go find a place to hide for at least a few hours or days or so. But instead I am sitting here in a computer lab waiting for my next class to start. How exciting.
My Political Science class, which has been sliding downhill this whole semester, today was a 2-and-a-half hour session where we talked about what was wrong with the world. On the surface, this sounds fine, but it's not what you think. We didn't talk about governmental policies and politicians that were corrupt . . . we talked about Jersey Shore. And PeopleOfWalMart.com. I kid you not. Entertaining, but it reminded me why I occasionally slip into spells of depression . . . the world is crazy and life sucks . . . and here was a whole class session dedicated to the subject. Lucky me.
I've just reached the point where I'm TIRED of everything. I can't watch TV anymore because there's nothing worth watching, I can't listen to the radio because there's nothing worth listening to, and I can hardly find a book that's worth reading and not something published by a "big name" author who had one success and now is just coasting on that previous success
Perhaps I now just sound like a whiny old person who can't keep up with the times. Truth be told, I don't think there ever was, is, or will be the "right time" for me. I just seem to have the goals and dreams and values that match up with absolutely NO ONE ELSE'S. This is frustrating beyond anything you can believe.
This is one of my posts that is not well thought out, with little cohesion or substance . . . I am just ranting for the hell of it because there is nothing I'd like better at this time than to go find a place to hide for at least a few hours or days or so. But instead I am sitting here in a computer lab waiting for my next class to start. How exciting.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Spa-tial Relationship
I've always had this weird love-hate relationship with spas and their offerings. For awhile, from the age of maybe 12 to 15, I thought they were the bees knees, and would constantly pour over this old spa catalog we had picked up somewhere, reading the descriptions of the services, and deciding what I would get if I were ever lucky enough to go to one of these magical places. They seemed sophisticated and relaxing and glamorous, and something about the Chinese-menu organization of the services appealed to my sense of organization.
Until I decided that spas were horrible. Somewhere along the line, I made up my mind that spas were the female-primping palaces of the world, and promoted a bad view of what women should be and how they should achieve that ideal. Super-maintenance hairstyles, makeup applied atom by atom, and body adornment that verged on the obsessive drove me crazy. I held on to this notion for awhile, and it effectively quenched my desire to go spa-catalog shopping for a long while.
However, while on vacation on India, one day I had a spare afternoon to kill, and due to the price of labor (and pretty much everything else) in India, there were spa services offered at LOW prices. Free time + affordability = I went for it. I had a simple head and neck massage, and enjoyed it quite a bit. Soon after that, in a similar time + price situation, I tried a facial, and enjoyed that as well. But that all happened over a year ago at this point, and I have not returned to a spa since.
I am now torn which of my polarized positions to return to. As my semester draws to a close, I considered doing something "fun" to celebrate, and the idea of going to a spa popped to mind. I like spa services, have found a location with decent prices and good reviews, and I think self-care is quite important. But I have a severe dislike of typically "female" and "frivolous" things, and I keep thinking "I'm going to spend HOW much for WHAT? Does this make me a SELLOUT?"
Most likely, I will end up going, but not getting anything done that "shows" afterwards. Meaning, no manicures, no pedicures, no makeup applications, etc. I like doing things that are enjoyable, but not something that could be described as a "flashy display of wealth" (as some of the economics books I've been reading might describe it). Certain types of "female maintenance" like nail painting, overly done hair, obvious makeup, and a general aura of "doneness" really freak me out. I like people who look like they are just doing their thing, not that it took a whole pile of things to get ready to go do their thing. So I'll go, but just for me, not to look a certain way. Pampering is one thing, primping is an entirely different ball of wax.
Until I decided that spas were horrible. Somewhere along the line, I made up my mind that spas were the female-primping palaces of the world, and promoted a bad view of what women should be and how they should achieve that ideal. Super-maintenance hairstyles, makeup applied atom by atom, and body adornment that verged on the obsessive drove me crazy. I held on to this notion for awhile, and it effectively quenched my desire to go spa-catalog shopping for a long while.
However, while on vacation on India, one day I had a spare afternoon to kill, and due to the price of labor (and pretty much everything else) in India, there were spa services offered at LOW prices. Free time + affordability = I went for it. I had a simple head and neck massage, and enjoyed it quite a bit. Soon after that, in a similar time + price situation, I tried a facial, and enjoyed that as well. But that all happened over a year ago at this point, and I have not returned to a spa since.
I am now torn which of my polarized positions to return to. As my semester draws to a close, I considered doing something "fun" to celebrate, and the idea of going to a spa popped to mind. I like spa services, have found a location with decent prices and good reviews, and I think self-care is quite important. But I have a severe dislike of typically "female" and "frivolous" things, and I keep thinking "I'm going to spend HOW much for WHAT? Does this make me a SELLOUT?"
Most likely, I will end up going, but not getting anything done that "shows" afterwards. Meaning, no manicures, no pedicures, no makeup applications, etc. I like doing things that are enjoyable, but not something that could be described as a "flashy display of wealth" (as some of the economics books I've been reading might describe it). Certain types of "female maintenance" like nail painting, overly done hair, obvious makeup, and a general aura of "doneness" really freak me out. I like people who look like they are just doing their thing, not that it took a whole pile of things to get ready to go do their thing. So I'll go, but just for me, not to look a certain way. Pampering is one thing, primping is an entirely different ball of wax.
Another Reason to Love Chicago
You can actually walk as a pedestrian there like a normal person. First guide I have ever seen where Chicago made it to the top of the list.
Click through to full-size image on 9gag.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Toenails = Transgender
In case you missed the hubbub, J Crew recently had a photo spread on its webpage of a mother and son spending a Saturday together, and the goofy time-wasting activity of choice was toenail painting.
Which means, depending on how you look at these things (ie. if you think like Fox News), this kid is going to be a tranny/gay/bi/scarred for life.
Click through to the original post.
There's been a lot of backlash since that post was written, mainly making the obvious point that toenail painting does not MAKE boys transgender . . . any more than trimming a girl's hair short MAKES her a lesbian. There seems to be definite cause-effect confusion when it comes to these issues (especially when it comes to Fox News and their logical processes).
And anyway, maybe this wouldn't be such a big deal in the first place if we weren't TERRIFIED of people who are gay or bi or gender queer. People are people. Get over it.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
YouTube = Kittens
The real reason the Japanese will someday rule the world: they know how to harness the cuteness of kittens. This video isn't in ENGLISH and doesn't even make SENSE and it's still adorable and worth watching.
Song Addiction of the Day
I really like this song. Not sure why, but it frequently floats through my mind unprovoked. If I ever actually bought music, I would buy this.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
XY Wedding
It's always confounded me why it is that wedding planning is SUCH a female domain.
Actually, maybe I should restate that. I can understand why guys wouldn't be interested in such a vapid waste of time. What astounds me is that women do care so passionately about their weddings, and (sometimes) turn into absolute monsters in the process. I thought that weddings were about two people, so it disturbs me that, once a guy pops a diamond chip on a woman's finger, he steps out of the picture and then the woman is expected to care deeply about flowers and matching dresses and finding a tiara to match her lacy white dress. Who cares? Why not spend some of your time and money on couples' counseling instead of spending 6 hours on the crucial decision of chicken or beef?
In a deliberate search today for wedding planning books targeted to men, I found: nothing. Other than a few creepy books that were talking about the Christian concept of "Jesus as everyone's groom," nada. Implying either than women would freak if a man started working on the wedding, or men don't give a shit. I'm all for gender equality, so this leaves me with two suggestions:
1) Men should step up to the plate and start planning some of their damn wedding rather than leaving it to the woman
2) A lot of the aspects of weddings are a complete waste of time and energy, and women should stop doing them and using them as an excuse to be "so stressed out" and turn into crazy bitches
In general, I lean more heavily on the latter point. Not because I don't think men should work on their weddings, but I just think weddings beyond the basics are stupid in general (personal issue). But I do understand that some people think that elaborate weddings are REALLY important, and in that case, I would suggest that the couple work on the wedding together. It bothers me that the wedding, the first joint venture the husband and wife will undertake, is usually 98% the woman's domain. That really bodes well for the rest of the relationship . . .
If I ever get married, I can guarantee that it will NOT be typical, and not even in the "I want my wedding to be UNIQUE!" way touted on the Lifetime channel by those manicured Barbie brides. It will be simple, and I will not stress out about it. I'd be making a lifetime commitment to my partner, not to the florist or baker. The flowers, the venue, the dress: who really cares? Whatever happened to the wedding being about the people involved? That's what I would hope my wedding would be about.
(Note: I understand that this post takes a very heterosexist view of marriage. I am all for gay marriage. Just as long as the couple work on their wedding equally.)
Actually, maybe I should restate that. I can understand why guys wouldn't be interested in such a vapid waste of time. What astounds me is that women do care so passionately about their weddings, and (sometimes) turn into absolute monsters in the process. I thought that weddings were about two people, so it disturbs me that, once a guy pops a diamond chip on a woman's finger, he steps out of the picture and then the woman is expected to care deeply about flowers and matching dresses and finding a tiara to match her lacy white dress. Who cares? Why not spend some of your time and money on couples' counseling instead of spending 6 hours on the crucial decision of chicken or beef?
In a deliberate search today for wedding planning books targeted to men, I found: nothing. Other than a few creepy books that were talking about the Christian concept of "Jesus as everyone's groom," nada. Implying either than women would freak if a man started working on the wedding, or men don't give a shit. I'm all for gender equality, so this leaves me with two suggestions:
1) Men should step up to the plate and start planning some of their damn wedding rather than leaving it to the woman
2) A lot of the aspects of weddings are a complete waste of time and energy, and women should stop doing them and using them as an excuse to be "so stressed out" and turn into crazy bitches
In general, I lean more heavily on the latter point. Not because I don't think men should work on their weddings, but I just think weddings beyond the basics are stupid in general (personal issue). But I do understand that some people think that elaborate weddings are REALLY important, and in that case, I would suggest that the couple work on the wedding together. It bothers me that the wedding, the first joint venture the husband and wife will undertake, is usually 98% the woman's domain. That really bodes well for the rest of the relationship . . .
If I ever get married, I can guarantee that it will NOT be typical, and not even in the "I want my wedding to be UNIQUE!" way touted on the Lifetime channel by those manicured Barbie brides. It will be simple, and I will not stress out about it. I'd be making a lifetime commitment to my partner, not to the florist or baker. The flowers, the venue, the dress: who really cares? Whatever happened to the wedding being about the people involved? That's what I would hope my wedding would be about.
(Note: I understand that this post takes a very heterosexist view of marriage. I am all for gay marriage. Just as long as the couple work on their wedding equally.)
Confusing Video of the Day
Why why WHY did Air New Zealand do this? Is it actually informative? Is Richard Simmons secretly a Kiwi??? This raises so many questions.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
School Dazed
My first semester at Cedar Crest College is almost over. Wow.
After spending nearly 2 years out of the education system, and then rather unceremoniously and quickly jumping right back in, it's been a bit of a struggle to get used to playing the educational game again.
Though I don't think it's possible that I've literally gotten dumber over the past few years and months, it certainly feels that way. Maybe I've just gotten worse at cutting through red tape and paperwork to get to what I want. I'm sick of filling out forms and getting signatures and approvals and registering for things I didn't even know you could register for. I had forgotten how little of college is actual work, and how much is going through the motions and procedures that give you the college's stamp of approval for whatever it is that you might be trying to accomplish.
Though I suppose I can't really complain, I'm sure the working world will be just the same way.
If I had to give a few words of advice to someone returning to school after taking a break I would say:
- Expect the first few weeks to be HELL. It's hard to go from lazing about to 15 hours of lecture a week and homework and trying to keep everything straight. But it will get better after you get used to it.
- Trust the teacher's information, not necessarily the other students' opinions. I have heard so many students say "Oh, such-and-such assignment is due next week," when the assignment is due the next day. Listen to the person who will be grading your work, not your peers.
- Scope out ALL the parking lots early. It's important to know, trust me.
- Don't try to finish all the assignments in one day. Pacing is important.
After spending nearly 2 years out of the education system, and then rather unceremoniously and quickly jumping right back in, it's been a bit of a struggle to get used to playing the educational game again.
Though I don't think it's possible that I've literally gotten dumber over the past few years and months, it certainly feels that way. Maybe I've just gotten worse at cutting through red tape and paperwork to get to what I want. I'm sick of filling out forms and getting signatures and approvals and registering for things I didn't even know you could register for. I had forgotten how little of college is actual work, and how much is going through the motions and procedures that give you the college's stamp of approval for whatever it is that you might be trying to accomplish.
Though I suppose I can't really complain, I'm sure the working world will be just the same way.
If I had to give a few words of advice to someone returning to school after taking a break I would say:
- Expect the first few weeks to be HELL. It's hard to go from lazing about to 15 hours of lecture a week and homework and trying to keep everything straight. But it will get better after you get used to it.
- Trust the teacher's information, not necessarily the other students' opinions. I have heard so many students say "Oh, such-and-such assignment is due next week," when the assignment is due the next day. Listen to the person who will be grading your work, not your peers.
- Scope out ALL the parking lots early. It's important to know, trust me.
- Don't try to finish all the assignments in one day. Pacing is important.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Visual Meme
I don't like to promote memes just for the hell of it, but . . . I love this. "Friday" in a flowchart.
KnowYourMeme.com has made it that much easier for me to quickly catch up on what is "in" without that pesky middle man of having friends who tell you about these things.
Public/Private
Ads on School Buses: Good idea or bad?
via The New York Times
(Personally, I'm just impressed that they've now found a way to make school buses even UGLIER.)
Working at a public library, I wonder if it's only matter of time until we jump on the advert bandwagon too, printing advertisements on the bottom of receipts, having every book sponsored by a store . . . I'm all for making money if you need it, but there's something disconcerting about the prospect of the world turning into a giant Nascar suit. Kind of makes me think of the abandoned Earth in Wall-E, where every surface was branded and labeled. Just a tad scary.
via The New York Times
(Personally, I'm just impressed that they've now found a way to make school buses even UGLIER.)
Working at a public library, I wonder if it's only matter of time until we jump on the advert bandwagon too, printing advertisements on the bottom of receipts, having every book sponsored by a store . . . I'm all for making money if you need it, but there's something disconcerting about the prospect of the world turning into a giant Nascar suit. Kind of makes me think of the abandoned Earth in Wall-E, where every surface was branded and labeled. Just a tad scary.
Spring Cleaning
Lately I have become very interested in the concept of minimalism, both in style and design, as well as shopping, eating, all areas of life. I am looking forward to the end of the spring semester so that I can do a great overhaul of my room and possessions and have a clear-out. I love the idea of living simply, and having less but doing more.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Stop n' (don't) Shop
I think this is an awesome idea. I had never heard of it before, but it is very much in keeping with my general minimalistic/low-consumption approach to life. Click through to Buy Nothing Day by AdBusters.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Picturesque Poverty
An interesting video (via my Economic Geography class) when you think about the implications of all the "cute" things you see when you travel to impoverished countries. As someone who does/has done a lot of travel to some more remote areas, I found this very enlightening. I would classify this as "required watching" for anyone before going on any kind of international trip.
courtesy of TheAtlantic.com
Monday, April 11, 2011
Facebook Diet
I'm going on a diet. I'm going to try and cut back - on Facebook.
Though useful as a tool for connection with others, Facebook has also turned into a veritable 3-ring circus for those looking for approval, attention, drama, love, and friendship. Not that there's anything wrong with those things, per se, but it's just gotten to be too much. All the emotions and news, all the things I wish I never read (or rather were just not written in the first place), everything flooding my brain every time I click on to my computer.
I am a very private person, and seeing everyone else's life spread out like a glossy magazine in front of me is a bit overwhelming. I feel odd in this unbalanced digital give-and-take, where I just found out that you ate an Italian Hoagie, and 6 people liked this. Does this mean I should go eat an Italian Hoagie? Would 6 more people like me then? What if it was a Tuna Hoagie? Why do I even care if people like what I eat?
I seem to be an odd personality. I am highly private and don't share any info with anyone, unless there's a darn good reason to. And yet, when I see the highly personal lives of my Facebook "friends" commented on, dissected and digested, it makes me feel like I should share more, so that I will get the same amount of social interaction. Before, I never would have known how often so-and-so went on dates with their boyfriend, but now it's all out in the open, all in my face, reminding me that do this, and you'll be "liked." Do something else . . . and you'll be ignored. Social approval can now be quantified in the number of times you get a "like" on that post. It's made social interaction, hard enough as that is to begin with, a competitive sport.
I don't really need that, the feeling that I need to work to be a digital winner in the Facebook Games. I've got enough to work on as it is.
Though useful as a tool for connection with others, Facebook has also turned into a veritable 3-ring circus for those looking for approval, attention, drama, love, and friendship. Not that there's anything wrong with those things, per se, but it's just gotten to be too much. All the emotions and news, all the things I wish I never read (or rather were just not written in the first place), everything flooding my brain every time I click on to my computer.
I am a very private person, and seeing everyone else's life spread out like a glossy magazine in front of me is a bit overwhelming. I feel odd in this unbalanced digital give-and-take, where I just found out that you ate an Italian Hoagie, and 6 people liked this. Does this mean I should go eat an Italian Hoagie? Would 6 more people like me then? What if it was a Tuna Hoagie? Why do I even care if people like what I eat?
I seem to be an odd personality. I am highly private and don't share any info with anyone, unless there's a darn good reason to. And yet, when I see the highly personal lives of my Facebook "friends" commented on, dissected and digested, it makes me feel like I should share more, so that I will get the same amount of social interaction. Before, I never would have known how often so-and-so went on dates with their boyfriend, but now it's all out in the open, all in my face, reminding me that do this, and you'll be "liked." Do something else . . . and you'll be ignored. Social approval can now be quantified in the number of times you get a "like" on that post. It's made social interaction, hard enough as that is to begin with, a competitive sport.
I don't really need that, the feeling that I need to work to be a digital winner in the Facebook Games. I've got enough to work on as it is.
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