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Facebook Sold My Dead Friend’s Page

This was Stephen.

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Stephen died and his profile became a memorial where his friends could stop by and be reminded of him. The way his face looked, what he enjoyed most, and revisit his thoughts through his old posts.

If the saying “Time heals all wounds” is true, I can say from experience that this is only because we forget with time. Memories fade, details of stories become faded and blended, and those friends who died too young are frozen in time.

That’s what makes what happened to Stephen’s profile disturbing.

Facebook took his page and converted it into advertising space.

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Then the company that took the page over TAGGED HIS FRIENDS in a coupon.

Complaints have been made through Facebook and the company has been reached out to by those very friends without any changes to the page.

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I’m writing this story not because I was close to Stephen. I met him because he was my friend’s roommate and I never got the opportunity to get to know him.

Now that he’s gone, I never will have the chance and I know I missed out.

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The reason why I’m writing this story because this is an inconceivable action that Facebook has taken: flipping pages of the dead into ad space.

And that makes me want to vomit.

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Cats/Kittens, Entertainment, Life

My Shameless Obsession: My Cat

At work the other day, I was in an elevator talking about the television shows I watch with a coworker.  Another woman was standing with us and it was said that we talk a lot about the shows we watch.  This realization prompted the woman standing along side us in the elevator said, “Well, wait until you have kids.”

My coworker and I reached our floor, we stepped out, and as the elevator doors closed we looked at each other and said, “Are you kidding me?”  To my coworker, it was a comment she hears all too often in her job which is mainly with the married-with-children type.

The woman’s comment outraged my coworker because she hears the same comments about her age and marital status (and child-less status) all the time.

The woman’s comment outraged me because she didn’t even hear me begin to talk about my cat. Her name is Mable, but I also call her Bacon because “Mable Bacon.”

I have one thing to say to you, lady: Nothing compares to my cat obsession.

My Instagram account right now:

#100DaysofHappy?  No.  #100DaysofMable. mylifeMy Twitter account right now: twitter   My Facebook account right now:

Yes, I censored my friends in my photo.

Yes, I took an inspirational quote and made slapped it on a photo of Mable.

Yes, I know how great it looks. facebookThe worst part about being obsessed with my cat is that she doesn’t know or she doesn’t care or she does know and doesn’t care.

But do I care?  No.  I’m too busy obsessing over my cat.

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Cats/Kittens, Education, Entertainment, Health & Wellness, Life, Technology

Your Brain on Facebook

Facebook is blowing up about a video on Facebook.  What does it do to your brain?  It might surprise you… or it might not.

Some “facts” thrown out at you in the video explained in real life:

Courtesy of Reddit User Se7en_Sinner

People are incapable of intimately knowing more than 150 people.”

I don’t argue this fact, I argue that I can intimately know up to that amount.  It depends on my definition of intimacy, I guess.  My definition of intimacy involves letting someone hear my righteous burping or see me without make-up.

Basically for me, the deeper the intimacy, the more natural, bodily functions I’ll allow a person to see.

I’ll be honest, my intimate circle is small because I don’t want other people seeing or hearing things that can’t be unseen or unheard.

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My friend count on Facebook isn’t just a number that makes me feel good because it’s high and that means I’m “like omg so popular.”  My number of friends says that I met all these people at least once.

Maybe I slept over their house in middle school because we were best friends and we did that every weekend.  Maybe I shared a class with them and we rolled our eyes every time that one kid pulled out his e-cigarette.  Maybe they told me a joke at a party and I nearly fell off the couch and peed my pants a little.

Life is too short to keep track of how I met my “friends,” but I can say I know at least a couple of details about the person without needing to scan their profile to figure out “who they are.”

And my friend count is over 400.

“The western and modern world sanctions individuality.  The individual is measured by … having a career, wealth, a self-image, and consumerism… Many people lose their social and familial connections in favor of a self-actualization ideal.”

Courtesy of HeyImmaTrickster

Is it entirely wrong of me to pursue a career, to generate an income, hold my head high, and buy things I want?  No.

Does that make me self-obsessed?  No.

Would my friends be mad that I’m pursuing my goals that I set for myself?  No, because they wouldn’t be my friends if they did.

So we should blame the online social network because we’re “collecting friends like stamps and not distincting quantity versus quality?”

I’m going to go with my favorite reply and say, “No.”  Strictly speaking for myself, I see quality in every person I meet… maybe with the exception being that douche with the e-cigarette in class.

(I did not add him on Facebook.)

“Converting the deep meaning and intimacy of friendship with exchange in photos and chat conversations.  By doing so we are sacrificing conversation with connection.”

Again, I might be speaking for myself but when I send my friend a cat photo I found on Imgur, I’m not saying, “OOH Cat.  Look at cat.”  I’m saying, “Hey, I like this cat photo and I know you will, too.  Not in a way that it’s obviously a cat and we both like cats.  In a way that this cat symbolizes something deeper, perhaps a longing to be a cat or to merely be in a cat’s presence.  We are both cat people and seeing this cat will make us both happy.  Here, I present to you not only a cat photo but the happiness that can only be achieved when two cat people see a cat photo.”

AGAIN, I repeat that I have a “small, intimate circle” of friends.

Also, depth of my cat obsession:

“Instead of building true friendships, we’re obsessed with endless personal promotion.  Investing hours on end on our profile, pursuing the optimum order of words in our next message, choosing the pictures in which we look our best.”

Honestly, if your social media account is all that is holding your life together: Keep on keeping on.  I won’t judge, just like I hope you don’t judge me for the horrible, awful looking faces I keep making in every photo I take or all of my cat photos.

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Masquerade Ball circa 2013.

The “fantasies” that this video proposes we use social media for:

1.) We can put our attention where we want it to be.

2.) We will always be heard.

3.) We will never have to be alone.

Which equate to “I share therefore I am.”

A play on Descartes’ “Cognito Ergo Sum” or “I think therefore I am,” however the fantasies are exactly not fantastical.

These ideas are not whimsical or frivolous.

Whether or not social media exists, these are truths we as humans have until the day we die and cease to be.

So, take that Sherry Turkle.

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College, Entertainment, Life

Where Your High School Class Is Right Now.

We all have to admit that we check in on our former classmates from time to time on Facebook.  I’ve noticed a common thread throughout my Newsfeed and my friends’.  No matter where you went to High School, you and your classmates all have the same fates.

They Enlisted.

These members of your graduating class were set on enlisting all throughout High School.  They joined because they saw the honor and respect the uniform demands.  They wake up every day early and they go to bed late- exhausted.  They eat, sleep, and drink discipline.  The branch of military they’ve signed up for will be a part of the very core of who they are.  They understand what commitment and loyalty really means.    No matter what their party affiliation, race, religion, or gender is: they’re going to defend whatever yours is with their life.

They often post pro-military articles and statuses and you often get educated on the realities our servicemen and women live on a daily basis.

They Enlisted… Eventually.

These guys tried everything out after graduating High School along side you.  They could have tried going to school at the local community college or at a state school.  It just wasn’t for them.  They could have taken a part-time job around town.  It just wasn’t for them.  After kicking a pine cone down the street after a walk to the town Wawa, it clicked in their head.  They should enlist.  Not saying that their choice was not as honorable as their previously listed brethren, just saying it took them a while to figure out what they were doing.

It was only yesterday that they were posting a cat photo from Imgur and now their last post is a status about how they won’t be able to be reached for a while.

They’re In Some College… Drinking.

Maybe it’s a state school, maybe it’s not.  They definitely checked out the social scene before they chose their school.  These kids were known for their social reputations in High School and they weren’t about to call it quits when they sat through their Freshmen Orientation.  They probably joined a sorority or a fraternity and have made loyal drinking friends, but they’re never going to leave behind those who they partied with in High School.

Their photos are of their sisters or brothers at a party or of a drinking reunion with their friends from home.  During Rush, their Cover Photo is of their sorority or fraternity encouraging you to come out to their social events.  But hey, they’re doing their thing and they seem pretty happy with it.

They’re In Some College… Studying.

They chose a college that had a respectable reputation and one that would be beneficial to the field they were studying.  They do have a social life but they put their education first.  They’re reading and writing papers.  They’re panicked about deadlines and are cramming for exams up until the last second before that scantron is passed out.

Their Facebook Newsfeed often has Instagram photos of them and their friends at the library or hanging out on the weekend.  Every now and again they’ll post a nice filtered shot of their second coffee of the night or a delicious looking alcoholic drink.  Work hard, play hard.

They’re In Some College… Freaking Out.

Call it a Quarter-Life Crisis or whatever you would like.  It might be the fact that they chose a major at Freshmen Orientation and waited until Senior Year to switch paths.  It might be that they have to take an extra year to graduate.  It might be that they’ve overscheduled and it’s past the class withdraw date.  It might be that they feel like they’re drowning.  It might be that their school is awful and they’re filing papers to transfer to another school.

Whatever the reason, their updates come very sparingly.  Just know that they’re up to something and eventually everything will shake out for them.

They’re In Some College… In Overhaul.

This person is at the gym, going to classes, studying, working, and socializing.  They’re doing it all and you don’t know how they do it.  It just doesn’t make sense to you, but they’re going everywhere and just getting stuff done.

Their Facebook Page is a catalog of their lives and you get inspired just by looking at it.  They make you want to do more, but only after you take a nap and catch up on your shows.

They’re Having Babies.

Maybe it’s what they always wanted or maybe it was an “oops-baby.”  Either way, they had it.  Maybe they’re getting married or maybe they’re already married.  No matter the case, they are raising a baby now.

Now their contributions to your Newsfeed are baby photos and baby videos.  Their kid is cute but you could never imagine having a baby right now.  You congratulate them but at the same time you have to reevaluate your life with them for a second.

Will they stop talking to you and make their new baby their entire life? 

Would they think you’re responsible enough to babysit… would you be offended if they didn’t 

Do you think they’ll let you hold their baby after seeing your keg stand photo from last week?

They’re Hanging Out.

They’re hanging at their parent’s home or renting an apartment with some friends.  They may or may not have a job.  They saw your other classmate decide to enlist because they were on the same Wawa trip.  They’re not really about that right now.  Commitment isn’t really their thing and they’re just living life.

When they’re on Facebook, they might send you a message asking when you’ll be around again for a hang.  If you do choose to hang out with them, you might leave their house feeling a little assured with your life decisions.  You also might just be surprised at how happy they are and rethink your life decisions.

And That’s Where We All Are.

Where we all once were.

We’re all at different stages in our lives, even if we are the same age.  Just keep in mind that we’re all figuring our stuff out and it might take more time for some.  The fact that you’re checking out their page means you’re interested and you care about where they are.  That says a lot about you.

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Education, Health & Wellness, Life, Music

What Else Stinks: Rave News’ Reporting

Rave News is self-described as have been “started as a fun project to share some current and past rave stories with people.”  I don’t have a problem with blogs reporting news, but I do have a problem with fraudulent reporting.  Below is an article posted in March that has been recently brought to my attention via my Facebook Newsfeed.

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The problem with this article is not the “blaming of the parents.”  It’s not that the author throws the “ingredients” of the drug out in the open.  It’s the unattributed source of the photo.

Pointed out by a comment on the article:

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The photo selected by the author of the article is of a patient with Stevens-Johnson syndrome.  This is a disease, according to MayoClinic.com,  “…is a rare, serious disorder in which your skin and mucous membranes react severely to a medication or infection. Often, Stevens-Johnson syndrome begins with flu-like symptoms, followed by a painful red or purplish rash that spreads and blisters, eventually causing the top layer of your skin to die and shed.”

A simple Google Search can bring you this photo:

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The author of this article is trying to create a public panic about the drug/party scene.  From backlash of songs about molly (MDMA) to the death toll at Electric Zoo, the drug-infused party scene is chalk-full of cautionary tales.

The public does not need scare-tactics from a blog to know that the home-made morphine, Krokodil, is a dangerous concoction.  By posing as a legitimate source of news warning of the dangers of this drug,  Rave News poses a legitimate threat to their readers.

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