As technology advances, our own connection with it adapts to its *flux* of information. We approach it differently, and use it in new ways. With online chatrooms, we can create new identities while talking to strangers. On gaming sites, we can roleplay and make ourselves into new creatures. With Facebook and Twitter ruling the online world, all of our information, our day-to-day lives, are available for perusal. We're forced to become private, unsure of the intentions of others. Even now, corporations and other workplaces require employees to give them the passwords to whichever social networking sites they use. In fact, a Canadian teen was recently fired from his job at GameStop as they did a routine check and discovered a picture of him "planking" (that Tumblr fad that took the world by storm a few months ago) on stands filled with video games. With blogs and vlogs, and other forms of self-expression, we find ourselves invested in the lives of others, muddling our values and our wants and needs. With the unprecedented boost of technology between the time of my birth and now, my generation has become that with the most self-photographs. It's the truth; it has given us a discreet way of "bettering ourselves" through makeup and ettitquete videos, or of posting photos of ourselves that have been edited by Picnik (which has actually waved goodbye to users). It allows us to become self-indulgent, shows us how to become diligent, keeps us connected with people worldwide, and provides others with a way to monitor us. Giving our profiles a two checks to make sure we sound approachable, without telling too much of who we are has become important. It has infiltrated our lives, and makes us more careful of who we say we are. Online, at least.
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| Does not belong to me! |
Sad to say that this is my last post pertaining to Ms. Powell's class. I've actually had more fun on here than I thought I would! I was afraid it would be a little too self-indulgent, but halfway through I realized that I didn;t write these posts with the wish that others would read it (other than you, Powell, ma'am), and since I'm just writing these for myself, I might as well write what I mean. In the lengthy, wordy, over-punctuated ways I tend to use. Thank you Ms.! :)
p.p.s I thought I'd link to this title's namesake. To listen to this adorably


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