The Dea(r)th of Privacy
This was posted on someone's Facebook page, right out there for public consumption: "Whoever recommended against me for a job i am pursuing: shame on you. i am perfect for it. shame on you."
For whose benefit was that posted? Was it someone she was friends with that slagged her and kept her from getting the gig? No. She was just pouting publicly. Why do people get off on that? And there are responses to it! About how people are just jealous or threatened.
Last night, another of my "friends" posted that she was going to "going upstairs to cuddle with her handsome hubby." When did nothing become private? And if you're going to announce to the world that you're going to have sex, don't be coy about it. Post positions, accessories, duration, method of birth control. Enquiring minds want to know!
I can’t really fathom the pathology of passing on the minutiae of one’s day, the minuscule crumbs of accomplishment – or lack thereof – that constitute the “updates.” And, yes, people often forget the difference between wall posting and messages, which makes for some interesting reading sometimes.
Maybe it’s a stretch, but I also think it’s the same culture that’s given rise to the “Town Hall” buffoonery of everybody screaming at their representatives as if they just had their houses TP’ed. The public displays, of grievance, violation, injustice, and anger, whether in the town hall or on Facebook, are just opportunities for self-indulgence, people trying to themselves believe that others care what they have to say.
This was posted on someone's Facebook page, right out there for public consumption: "Whoever recommended against me for a job i am pursuing: shame on you. i am perfect for it. shame on you."
For whose benefit was that posted? Was it someone she was friends with that slagged her and kept her from getting the gig? No. She was just pouting publicly. Why do people get off on that? And there are responses to it! About how people are just jealous or threatened.
Last night, another of my "friends" posted that she was going to "going upstairs to cuddle with her handsome hubby." When did nothing become private? And if you're going to announce to the world that you're going to have sex, don't be coy about it. Post positions, accessories, duration, method of birth control. Enquiring minds want to know!
I can’t really fathom the pathology of passing on the minutiae of one’s day, the minuscule crumbs of accomplishment – or lack thereof – that constitute the “updates.” And, yes, people often forget the difference between wall posting and messages, which makes for some interesting reading sometimes.
Maybe it’s a stretch, but I also think it’s the same culture that’s given rise to the “Town Hall” buffoonery of everybody screaming at their representatives as if they just had their houses TP’ed. The public displays, of grievance, violation, injustice, and anger, whether in the town hall or on Facebook, are just opportunities for self-indulgence, people trying to themselves believe that others care what they have to say.
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