Thursday, April 30, 2009

The Age of Information Over-Sharing

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After a two-month hiatus, basking in the glow of swine flu and the Southern California economy, I've decided it was time for my much-anticipated return to the virtual world. Why, you ask? Well, with auto manufacturers collapsing, banks failing and disease spreading like a Hollywood rumor, I found it imperative to write about . . . Facebook.

Yes, Facebook. These are hard times, my dear readers, and no one knows that better than yours truly, who was recently - ahem - DUMPED by the king of all social networking.

It was a perfectly normal Thursday. And after a long day skirting the San Diego freeways I merely needed a cold glass of Crystal Light and a gluttonous helping of information-oversharing. But, as I logged in, I was met with the following message: "YOUR ACCOUNT HAS BEEN DISABLED."

Why, you ask? Well, so did I. Upon further research, the disabling of my account was due to an "egregious" (yet unknown) violation of Facebook's terms of use.

Well this got me thinking. And thinking. And thinking some more. And then I thought, how is it that I have unwittingly committed such a violation to a TEENSY code of conduct and been expelled from the widespread circle that is all things Facebook, when everyday - EVERY SECOND! - thousands are committing gross violations of common decency in the name of status updates and wall posts!

So, as an excommunicated member of Facebook, I would like to give the following advice to those of you who still remain in the favor of the social networking gods.

STATUS UPDATES

Please, people, keep it pithy. We don't care if you just took milk out of your fridge. We don't need to know that you have PMS. We aren't looking for you to pour out your moral dilemmas or emotional upsets in 140 characters. We aren't aching for obligation to counter your self-deprecating update with a multitude of compliments. And we do NOT desire to be privy to your spiteful statements of revenge or offense. The following are status updates that should never have happened:

[Violator 1] just ate a burrito.

[Violator 2] thinks that guys who cancel dates an hour beforehand didn't deserve a date in the first place!

[Violator 3] just wonders if there really is anyone out there for her, or if she'll just be alone indefinitely like she is tonight, looking for cookies and melancholy music.

[Violator 4] wishes someone would ask her out already. What's wrong with me?

[Violator 5] is now single and loving every second of it!!!

[Violator 6] is broke and really needs anyone who owes her money to pay up!

WALL POSTS

On to wall posts. I cannot stress this concept enough - There are phone numbers. There are real email addresses. There's even a "send a message" option WITHIN Facebook. Why then, I ask, do I continue to receive wall posts that should be emails. Wall posts that should be phone calls. Wall posts that should never have been communicated in any form whatsoever?

[Violator 1] I should have told you awhile ago, but I decided that everyone who lived in the house in the last six months now owes $80 for the gas bill. This is because we got behind on the bill, have had late fees, and there were some months some people didn't pay. I decided we'd all just split the balance that remains. Oh, how have you been since you moved out three months ago?

[Violator 2] Who's the ugly dude in your pictures?

[Violator 3] Hey, I haven't talked to you in 7 years! You look great! It looks like you've lost some weight since high school. How did you do it? Do you recommend a certain diet? How many calories do you eat a day? Do you work out? I'm just looking to lose about 30 pounds and would really love your advice.

[Violator 4] Thanks again for last night.

[Violator 5] So, just out of curiosity, are you still dating that doctor that will prescribe anything to anyone? I actually DO think I have ADD and anxiety and am in a lot of pain all the time, so if you could give me his number, that would be great.

So, dear friends, as I hang up my Facebook hat and bid farewell to the close friends I haven't seen since the second grade, I urge you to use prudence in your virtual exhibitionism, lest you be a new victim of the tragically overexposed.

xoxo,
K

Monday, March 16, 2009

Kristen is working on her tan. More to come.

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Friday, February 27, 2009

California, here we come.

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As many of my readers may already know, due to your voracious appetite for the intimate details of my life, or the fact that I never shut up, I am moving to California.

TOMORROW.

Why leave Utah, you ask? The cold winters? The stifling landlocked blues? The seemingly mono-culture of it all?

Nah, I've just dated every man in Utah.
And so, dear readers, from here on out I will be updating you from Sunny San Diego (when I'm not walking on the beach, learning to surf or feeding dolphins).

Luckily, I have very real expectations of what Southern California will be like, since I have seen every episode of the OC, The Hills, and 90210.

Here are a few pics from my farewell to the beehive state. Utah, it's been a pleasure. California, I apologize in advance.

xoxo























Friday, February 6, 2009

Stimulate THIS

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Dear President Obama,

In the wake of this vast, global economic meltdown, I felt it was only my duty to step in and offer some sound fiscal advice. And, as your sole advisor not being tracked by the IRS, I understand the degree to which the American people are investing their hopes (let's be serious -- it's all they have left to invest) in my sage wisdom and fiscal advice.

So we've got a few hundred billion to spend. Well, look no further, Mr. President. I've got a grocery list that's gonna nip this little "crisis" in the bud. Forget the Endowment for the arts. Forget ACORN, forget anti-smoking programs. No, dear President. My method is fail-proof. And substantially cheaper.

So sit back, relax, smoke a cig and let me do the spending.

1. Breast augmentation for yours truly -- I look hotter, thus enticing men to work harder, longer and better in order to impress me with their vast success. Vast success = more money = more money spent on me. ECONOMY STIMULATED.

2. New car for yours truly -- I have a car I adore. I stop getting into accidents. State spends less money on police duty. State can spend money elsewhere. ECONOMY STIMULATED.

3. Free graduate school tuition for yours truly -- I get another degree = I make more money = I buy more clothing = I look hotter = successful men spend more money on me while I invest wisely in the stock market. ECONOMY STIMULATED.

4. All-expense-paid vacations for yours truly -- I leave my job vacant for weeks at a time = my boss is forced to hire temps = job creation. ECONOMY STIMULATED.

5. New home for yours truly -- I receive lavish home = men assume I'm wildly successful = men feel the need to out-success me = men make more money = men spend more money on me. ECONOMY STIMULATED.

6. Awarding me large chunks of stocks in Fortune 500 companies -- I appear as a wise investor = others look up to me as a beacon of fiscal hope = others invest more wisely. ECONOMY STIMULATED.

7. A blockbuster movie contract for yours truly -- We successfully make me famous = America sees the impact of one little person doing so much for the economy = America wants to do their own part for the economy by investing wisely and spending their money on me. ECONOMY STIMULATED.

President, fellow Americans,

No need to thank me.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Stalker Update #2

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Yes, oh yes. Another update. I seem to hear from our dear Kurt with every change of the seasons. Have I responded yet? Not remotely. Don't think that will sway our brave little soldier.

As far as punishment goes, gluttony: thy name is Kurt.

"hope your holidays were good to you! its crazy how fast it comes and goes. I love the new feeling of a new year. a new beginning. goals. etc. a chance to become better in all things. or at least some things. i just got back from san diego. i spent most of last week at my sisters beach house. and mountain house. amazing restaurants. I left 70 degree weather to return to 12 dregre weather! ha what was i thinking!? oh well. i love it. how was your christmas?? "