Friday, September 17, 2010

the paronoid rantings of a suburban housewife

so i haven't done this in a while, but it's time!
we are sitting around the dinner table last night having a lovely conversation about life in america and the freedoms we all enjoy here, the ability to express views on terrorism, religion, our government, etc...then i thought  "if you wanted to get a data base going of the nation's notions on politics, religion and likes and dislikes what would you do?"
and then it happened...i became one of those paronoid conspiracy theorists! we are on it! facebook is exactly that-a seamingly innocent social (socialist comes too easily to my mind now) network cleaverly disguised as "just some good clean fun."
we willingly share all of our personal opinions, religious views, hometown, high school, birthdate, etc... so what to do now? i have already shared my deepest darkest thoughts with you all, all 710 of my closest friends and who knows how many government, or terrorist watch groups or conservative watch groups or stalkers or pervs. yikes! i want to giggle and scream all at the same time.
how does the media know how many of us like or dislike a certain piece of legislation? when is the last time you got a call from some political action commitee asking you what you thought? why would these groups waste the time and rescources to call hundreds of people when they could just access some poll right here on facebook? so i laugh sometimes when we get the warning that facebook is leaking our info to some media outlet or into the public domaine, really? isn't that what we are willingly doing everyday?
our desperate need to be known and accepted has lead us right into complete exposure! we love it, we need it. let's face it how else would i get 20 of my friends to listen and respond to me all at the same time? much less get 700 hundred kind folks admit to knowing me?
i am picturing the frog in the pot of soon to be boiling water, enjoying the warmth and the comfort all the while growing ever nearer to his own death, by the time the frog realizes that the water is too hot he is too weakend to do anything about and sucombs to his own death. are we frogs? i "hop" not!
just sayin...
  

1 comment:

  1. And that exposure is what brought me to change my name to Just Me. I am now anonymous. Crapola!

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