Today, somewhere between the fifth and fiftieth time I check my Facebook profile, I know the inevitable will arrive. I no longer have the "You've Got Mail" interjection of my AOL-obsessed youth to alert me of its arrival, and yet I know it's bound to be there eventually. Sometime today my mother is going to email me an article about how Facebook and the Internet are out to destroy my love life, eyesight, job possibilities, or muscle tone. A dutiful daughter, I always scan the articles, but usually reach the final period angry. Unlike my mother, I grew up with the Internet. I know there was a time in my life when we did not have a computer but I do not remember it nor do I care to. I have always been taught to respect my elders, but having a middle-aged stranger tell me Facebook is out to get me feels a lot like having a car salesman drill my teeth. It's not that I don't value the articles' opinions. But, I hold my own Internet truths to be self-evident
Today, somewhere between the fifth and fiftieth time I check my Facebook profile, I know the inevitable will arrive. I no longer have the "You've Got Mail" interjection of my AOL-obsessed youth to alert me of its arrival, and yet I know it's bound to be there eventually. Sometime today my mother is going to email me an article about how Facebook and the Internet are out to destroy my love life, eyesight, job possibilities, or muscle tone. A dutiful daughter, I always scan the articles, but usually reach the final period angry. Unlike my mother, I grew up with the Internet. I know there was a time in my life when we did not have a computer but I do not remember it nor do I care to. I have always been taught to respect my elders, but having a middle-aged stranger tell me Facebook is out to get me feels a lot like having a car salesman drill my teeth. It's not that I don't value the articles' opinions. But, I hold my own Internet truths to be self-evident. ------------------------------------
1. I know I spend too much time online. Between Facebook (the Internet's version of crack cocaine) and the wonders of Google/gmail, I am the queen of procrastination. I believe it even says so under "Jobs" on my Facebook profile. 2. Everyone in Generation Y (or however we are labeled) knows the dangers of the Internet. We grew up constantly reminded there is a pedophile in every chat room (though we all visited them anyhow.) We, unlike the previous generations, can spot credit card frauds, MySpace hackers, and diseased audio files from miles away. We surf smart. 3. Most of us know when to say "when." I do, however, recognize the validity of the following widely circulated tips (revamped a bit here, for sake of realism). If you're applying for college or a job, don't have "smoking blunts" as a MySpace interest. If you're on a sports team, don't call your coach a "fat fascist" in your blog. And, for the love of Pete (literally, for us daughters of Petes), nobody needs to see those pictures of you passed out in the bathtub surrounded by beer cans. The video should probably stay off YouTube, as well --------------------------- http://www.ppt2swfsdk.com/
Well, I know that i'm not alone when I say c'mon competition in the ad serving world. I've lived, breathed, and used the internet daily, religiously for well over 15 years now and there was a time when I'd a punched myself in the face for cheering for ol M$, but in the year 2009 when I'm now faced with paying google for traffic, a company i cheered straight to the top only to receive third world support from, I'm done and I say bring on the competition and knock Google of their high horse.