Sites come and go; they're sort of like friendships in that way. There are the ones that are such an enormous part of our lives that we can't imagine waking up one day and not having them there. There are others that we like well enough, or they fit us during a certain point in our life, but later on, we realize that we haven't visited them in months and we really don't miss them either, even though there are no hard feelings. Sometimes the user needs the site and lives in fear of it disappearing. Other times, the feelings aren't quite mutual and while the site wants us to stick around, we really don't want to invest our energy in that relationship anymore. We need sites. But they also need us.
When should parental concern overrule internet fame, money-making ability and childlike dreams of grandeur? Where's the line between understandable public outrage and victim blaming? Who is at fault for the life Kiki Kannibal is living and does fault matter here?In the new issue of Rolling Stone, Sabrina Rubin Erdely outlines in detail the life of 18-year-old Kirsten Ostrenga, starting at age 13, when the child created a MySpace page, dressed up in provocative scene-queen outfits and amassed a following of tens of thousands....more
Now I hate to hear people whine and complain as much as the next person but being a mom aint easy. Being a single mom is even more stressful, although being a mom in a bad marriage sounds worse. It's six of one, half dozen of the other. ...more
In the years since the major online networking sites were launched Twitter (2006), Facebook (2004), and LinkedIn (2003), online networking has made the shift from fad to integral part of the day for many people. It is now at the heart of so many things we do -- job hunting, promoting our businesses, creating personal connections, and keeping us informed on breaking news to product research. So, how do you "do" the online networking thing well?
I am so excited about meeting Laila tomorrow. We have been told all about her by the social worker but we still haven't seen her. Well, that isn't entirely true. We have seen a picture of her but it wasn't from DHR. I simply put her full name, in quotes, into google and did a search. Sure enough, I got 3 hits. All of them were pictures of Laila.
I was pretty surprised to find a picture because it is actually illegal to post pictures or identifying information about foster children....more
I have tons to do and don't feel like doing anything. Yesterday with my grandma really wiped me out. They are going to be transferring her to another hospital tonight. It is probably for the best and she is going to get a second opinion when she get's there since we are not happy with the surgeon she had. I did talk to my boyfriend. I broke down and called him but figured it was important to tell him what was going on even if I just left a message. But, he did answer and we talked for a while. I knew he was just really busy and so have I....more
Every time I dare to talk about race or class and MySpace & Facebook in the same breath, a public explosion happens. This is the current state of things. Unfortunately, most folks who enter the fray prefer to reject the notion that race/class shape social media or that social media reflects bigoted attitudes than seriously address what's at stake. Yet, look around. Twitter is flush with racist language in response to the active participation of blacks on the site. Comments on YouTube expose deep-seated bigotry in uncountable ways. The n-word is everyday vernacular in MMORPGs. In short, racism and classism permeates every genre of social media out there, reflecting the everyday attitudes of people that go well beyond social media. So why can't we talk about it?
Have you ever taken a minute to look through all your updates on sites like Facebook, Twitter, or MySpace? They can tell you (and others) a lot about how you spend your day. This can lead to some really fun intereting blog posts such as "Those Middle of the Night Facebook Updates" and my current post which is a collection of status updates that describe the way each day went....more