Facebook is Kafka with a thumbs-up button.
Social networks exist to sell you crap. The icky feeling you get when your friend starts to talk to you about Amway, or when you spot someone passing out business cards at a birthday party, is the entire driving force behind a site like Facebook.
It smooshes together your work self and your home self, your past self and your present self, into a single generic extruded product. It suspends the natural process by which old friends fall away over time, allowing them to build up endlessly, producing the social equivalent of liver failure. On Facebook, there is one kind of relationship: friendship, and you have it with everybody.
I gave her a live facebook response… a blank look before quickly moving on to another subject.
Right now, there are more people harvesting fake corn on Facebook than there are total users of Twitter.
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