When you were my age, facebook wasn't even invented!

I have no doubt that our generation is fucked(but since when is fucking a bad thing?). Our parents had it pretty easy...Oh sure, when they were are age they had to walk miles in the snow just to get to school, they had to work for their allowance, they even had to write their homework by hand! The horror! But us, well when they were our age, facebook wasn't even invented yet!

Now I am hesitant to throw facebook in the spotlight again as its popularity is growing perfectly in sync with its opposition, but it serves the purpose, and I can't possibly advertise myspace (that's so five years ago). Facebook has become a buzzword, even our parents are starting to catch on, (although the blank look on my parents' faces every time I try to explain just what a "social networking site" is, or a friend's mom refers to "facewall" makes me wonder just how much they get it), and as with all trends, a hipper crowd emerges that pretends to be above it. I was among the last of my friends to join as I too was weary of the value of a tool that would allow old nemeses from high school to find out how little I've done with my life. We all know the reasons people claim to be holding out, but the thing that they're missing is that whether or not you sign-up and login, facebook, myspace, msn, these are things that define not only our generation, but our day to day lives.

Our generation is doomed, if for now other reason than our ability to live in anything but the immediate, the now. To be sure, we have our goals and dreams, but even in our consideration of our futures, we are forced to consider whether those pictures from the party last night might be seen by future employers, or how quickly what we said about a friend in a moment of frustration is copied and pasted into another chat window. Our words can be thrown back at us months later, old squabbles better off forgoten, rehashed at a moments notice thanks to archived conversations. This idea that everything we say and do continues to exist in the alternate, but every real, universe, forces us to develop a permanent awareness of even the most innocent remarks or actions and how they may be perceived by someone who was not there. Even mundane debates grow to epic proportions as we are soon forced to vehemently defend positions we took on a whim, or facts we pulled out of our ass with the ever-looming threat of wikipedia hanging over our heads (though I maintain that any encyclopedia which defines ass scorpions is not a legitimate reference source).

The point is this. The accesibility of everything, of being able to get what we want the second we want it, of being able to know what happened last night at 7:18a.m. the next day, of being able to know within minutes when people break up, all of these things make the present that much more of a priority than the future. I mean, how can we be expected to plan for our future without knowing why that bitch still has my ex-bf on her top myspace friends...My advice? Well, for all of this, I don't see the problem. The options are to permanently censor yourself, make sure everyone only ever sees the best side of you, or, to just go with it. I think in the face of all the fakeness in the world, maybe things would just be a little bit easier if everyone would stop pretending. Yeah, that's me squinty eyed and stumbling...and yeah, I guess he isn't actually that good looking, but I was drunk, what do you want? Now is fun.

Breaking hearts....

Some people have the (mis)fortune of being labelled as serial daters. These people are not quite (man)whores because they lack the promiscuous element; they simply always seem to jump from one relationship to another, leaving broken hearts in their wake. I guess this bothers some people, inciting them to be cautious in their amorous pursuits..."Now don't you go breaking his heart..."

But why not? I mean, in today's world where relationships begin and end over the same cup of coffee, we enter into every relationship with the understanding that in all likelihood, someone's going to have their heart broken along the way. It's funny though, because it seems like if a guy breaks a girl's heart, well, it's par for the course and women are just overly emotional. Yet, if a girl breaks a guys heart, a) they either don't have the decency to even acknowledge their hurt, or b) the woman is labelled a cold-hearted bitch. So what do I think?

I think a girl's gotta break a man's heart every once in a while, just to remind herself she still can...