The odds of being attacked by a shark in the US are 1 in 11,500,000, but no one gets mad at people who want to avoid the ocean.
The odds of a woman being sexually assaulted in her lifetime are 1 in 6, but if she doesn’t feel safe around strange men she’s a stereotyping bitch.
Strange old world we live in.
The internet used to be this escape, a place to delve into fandoms or enter into an endless AOL “Tag” game or go make up a persona on Yahoo!Chat but then feverishly hope those you interact with don’t follow you over to Yahoo!Games. You used to be free to flutter in and out of message boards, download some tunes from Napster, read porn, all without the interruptions of everyday reality.
Now its groaning at gmail and checking Facebook, an invasive Google Hangout box or Linked-fucking-in. My search bar is connected to my Amazon Cart and catered pop-up pops up along my Reuters feed. Hell it’s not even a pop-up, its embedded into the page.
All I’m saying is someone should create an app that transports the internet and all of its users back to 1998. Back when it was a fun “new” place full of people acting incognito or in persona or a/s/l. Back when I could avoid my homework or hell, I could avoid everyone!
Now its just the world. Humanity playing in a well-worn digitized Manifest Destiny.
The worst thing is, there is no alternative to this old-net. Nothing I can think of mirrors it in this day and age. And maybe I shouldn’t need the check-out but once I had it and now, sometimes, I miss it.
Tumblr ate my theme.