Facebook is my pimp
Tuesday, May 25th, 2010When I discovered Facebook for the first time, several years ago, I thought, “This is what my life has been missing: a way to share the trivial details of daily life with hundreds of people who are almost as mind-numbingly boring as me, and a way to find out whether the girls who turned me down in college have gotten fat.”
But now the honeymoon is over, and I, along with many of you, have awakened to the painful reality that Facebook wasn’t created simply to provide an outlet for my raging narcissism without all the hard work involved in blogging. All this time, Facebook has been whoring out the private details of my life to anyone with a buck. Hey, if I wanted that, I would be Kim Kardashian.
Faced with the possibility of millions of users going back to the ghetto of losers and skanks on MySpace, Facebook’s founder, Mark Zuckberg, apologized and promised to simplify Facebook’s complicated privacy settings. We’ll appreciate those changes when we find out that our user profiles include a new “Medical History” section, and, unable to resist the lure of a new pull-down menu, we select “Hemorrhoids: Yes” and “Yeast Infection: Raging”.