How My Blackberry Got Me Pregnant, Myspace Made Me Move, and Facebook Broke My Heart
I am not that old but in this new age of information technology world domination, I have realized that I am also, not that young. But I do think that I fit into a very large demographic as a mid-twenties technology casualty. In junior high I had a pager when it was still believed that only drug pedalers needed them. I was in high school when the "internet" was widely introduced to the general public with commercials for AOL involving dinosaur book reports. In college I started m
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I am not that old but in this new age of information technology world domination, I have realized that I am also, not that young. But I do think that I fit into a very large demographic as a mid-twenties technology casualty. In junior high I had a pager when it was still believed that only drug pedalers needed them. I was in high school when the "internet" was widely introduced to the general public with commercials for AOL involving dinosaur book reports. In college I started my first contract with a cell phone company, and like many of you, I've never looked back.
Today it is no longer a question of if or how to use the technological wonders included in an average lifestyle: like moths to a flame the world flocked to their nearest and land line and plugged in hook, line and sinker. With all of the opportunites the most advanced technology provides, it is virtually impossible to argue against it's magnificent power. But...what about all the other stuff an addictive co-dependent relationship with data chips can do? What happens when the world's most phenomenol superpower mutates into an unmanageable beast that has every capability of totally ruining your life.
We've heard the good- now lets hear the ugly. In a semi-sedated state of compliance to the internet monster people tend to forget to blame who's really responsible for those hurt feelings (Facebook), lack of privacy (Myspace) and missed wedding anniversary (Blackberry). Lets point the finger at the right culprit, or at least at something that can't talk back. What happened to you? Less
Today it is no longer a question of if or how to use the technological wonders included in an average lifestyle: like moths to a flame the world flocked to their nearest and land line and plugged in hook, line and sinker. With all of the opportunites the most advanced technology provides, it is virtually impossible to argue against it's magnificent power. But...what about all the other stuff an addictive co-dependent relationship with data chips can do? What happens when the world's most phenomenol superpower mutates into an unmanageable beast that has every capability of totally ruining your life.
We've heard the good- now lets hear the ugly. In a semi-sedated state of compliance to the internet monster people tend to forget to blame who's really responsible for those hurt feelings (Facebook), lack of privacy (Myspace) and missed wedding anniversary (Blackberry). Lets point the finger at the right culprit, or at least at something that can't talk back. What happened to you? Less
