On Planet Facebook, compulsive and compulsory overshare of every aspect of one's life has become the norm. Part of the social contract.
Anything less marks you as a friendless hobo living in a cave, flinging poo at census workers and Amazon.com trendhunters: an illegal alien skulking around the halls of a High School from which there is no escape, and where gossip is the coin of the realm.
Fuck that.
"O tempora! O mores!"
-- Cicero
3 comments:
friendless hobo living in a cave
Yep, that's me.
Not one of the 500 million, nor do I Tweet, Twit or Twat.
However, I will heartily defend the right of others to go online so as to sniff each other's biographical skid-marks indefinitely ... after all, it keeps them out of trouble. Ususally.
I do not Facebook, nor do I Tweet. I don't even own a cell phone. I may be the only Luddite IT worker in the world. (Software is the bomb, but I can't get my panties that wet about gadgets.)
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