There is a dark side to being social. One that I think all too easily leads to uncharacteristic behaviors and thoughts – paranoia, infidelity – which all then lead to murder. death. kill. of our healthy relationships. Relationships that back in 1985, before this whole thing started, would have probably lasted.
True – My business has a Twitter page and a Facebook page.
True – I enjoy reading blogs and I have found amusement in tweets (facebook not so much).
So why am I turning against the new form of socialism? I just saw a tweet to someone I care about that I really didn’t like. It wasn’t that bad, but if someone did it in “real life” I wouldn’t like it. I didn’t like who sent it, I didn’t like the fact that they responded to it (if only to say thank you). And that shit, all that, right there, is crazy. I know that 5 years ago I never would have even batted an eyelash at something someone said or did online. I would have brushed it off without a second thought. That was before I realized how shady people can be (yes I’ve been one of them) and when you really sit down to think about it – People spend more time today interacting and meeting and greeting without ever leaving their house. Its all virtual. And if that’s how we spend the majority of our time then it naturally follows that what we do online can no longer be ignored as mere play. It officially counts. And we need some rules and boundaries.
People, especially women, those who already have issues because they think the only way to be “liked” is to splash their goodies all over the place and do everything but put a dollar sign on their asses, get very very bold behind closed doors, sitting on a computer or a phone, typing something they shouldn’t to someone they shouldn’t and if they were in that person’s face probably wouldn’t. Now, I am all for sexual empowerment, I am certainly all for being bold and honest, but its clear these girls aren’t exercising a new age of feminism, they are just lonely and confused and sad, and have never had their daddies or brothers or uncles tell them they love them.
Unless you are Jada Fire (whom I adore) or launching a new exotic dance or porn career, why are you in your underwear in your profile picture? Why are you propositioning every breathing being that crosses your social path? Its overkill. You do realize your boss can see that and that people are getting fired for the things they do and say online. And please don’t get it twisted, everything we tweet goes into the Library of Congress as an official record of the government. At the least, cover your face.
And men who know damn well they wouldn’t commit to these women perpetuate it. ‘Cause it makes them feel good, boosts their ego, because they know they can hit it. And ladies, they will hit it and then they will quit it.
Do you know how it feels for your signif to see you engaging, promoting, flirting with some other online? It stings just like it would if you had done it in person. It shakes their confidence in you and your relationship. You may think its harmless, but how would you feel if the favor was returned? Something tells me some heads might roll.
Please don’t respond. Simply read and move on.
I have seen too many relationships dissolve over social media. One guy dumped his girlfriend after her friend tweeted something with some other man’s handle in it. Ridiculous as hell. Another woman found out the man she was dating had two Facebook profiles when he accidentally posted and tagged a photo of her on his “other” page. The internet is freeing, its liberating and powerful and people are taking advantage, in good and bad ways. If you wouldn’t say it or do it in “real life”, maybe don’t do it online. But maybe you would do it in “real life” (add the leading finger point gesture). And that’s a whole ‘nother problem.
Think about it. If you are in a relationship or trying to get into one, you not only have to contend with the hundreds or thousands of people your sweetie sees every day on the streets. You have to contend with the hundreds of millions of people that are online, living out fantasies or looking for love or looking to fuck or whatever. That shit is crazy. Perky breasts, big dicks, fat asses, six packs. We can’t all have all of those traits. (I for one am a bit cuddly at the moment (damn tasty food).) Now, don’t go stalking anybody cause that’s not cute. But just sit and think about how much competition that is….let it soak….its sinking…sinking…yeah, that’s what I thought. What do you do with that? Will being the best partner you can be hold off the wolves lurking in the shadows? Swing from the ceiling, go hard in the paint, burn their phone and computer (wink, joking). Shit, I hope being the best you can be will motivate them to be the best they can be. Cause if not, we are all fucked. Maybe they should make a line of sex toys called “twitter” or “facebook” – A tweety bird that vibrates or a thumbs up anal plug. that’s pretty close to reality. now bend over…
