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"The Rules" in a digital world

November 30th 2007 21:48
Question - are social networking sites and the increasing reliance on digital technology to communicate producing increasingly socially inept members of society?

My answer is a resounding yes.

I am sure we all know someone who works in IT who would prefer to send an email than actually speak to you face to face. I used to work with a guy who was spitting distance from my desk and he would still send emails to just say hello rather than turn around. But with the onslaught of sites like Facebook and MySpace, it seems that otherwise normal people become afraid to rely on good old face to face, or even voice to voice communication, and instead prefer to dash off dozens of wall to wall posts or private messages.


Of course I am a big Facebook fan, and I love the option of texting when a real life phone call is still on the too scary side of my confidence level. It enables sussing someone out in a relatively safe environment and getting to know them (as well as you can online - there are all those scary men pretending to be hot babes after all) without the real life time and effort.

The problem with social networking site is, if you meet someone new and communicate with them through these means, it gives a false sense of relationship. Take my recent experiences. I met a guy who seemed nice. Not in an I-want-to-have-your-babies kind of nice, but an I-am-fairly-new-to-the-city-a nd-would-like-new-friends kind of way. This guy found me on Facebook the day after we had met, a meeting during which I was fairly inebriated I might add. Regardless, he found me (the joys of having an uncommon surname) and sent me a message around 9am the next morning. At first I thought nothing of it. I couldn't respond for 24 hours anyway since I was at the too hungover to actually move stage, but looking back that should have served as a warning.


This guy has lost all sense of social etiquette. As time and our Facebook chat went on it became apparent he was trying to ask me out, and whilst he did pick up the phone to confirm catch-up details, his online presence was far too eager, and his responses far too rapid.

At risk of sounding like a 1950s devotee of the "Rules", if someone other than one of my best friends with whom I am having an ongoing D&M through cyberspace replies to a Facebook message within a minute, I find that a little odd. It is like this guy is permanently hitting refresh. Being the 1950s type, I wait at least several hours before responding to a message from a boy. This serves a couple of purposes:
1. I don't look too eager. That old adage treat them mean and keep them keen exists for a reason
2. I don't want to look like I have nothing better to do than sit and wait for people to write to me on Facebook. Regardless of what you may think of my first reason, this one is totally legit and I don't understand why others don't want to present the same way.

I also think online communication makes it easier to send the "want to get together tonight?" message without proper planning. Again my 1950s alter ego has to kick in here. If I'm asked out on a Thursday afternoon for the following Friday night, I'm fairly likely to say no even if I don't actually have plans. Again, this is for a couple of reasons.
1. Who wants to admit that a day out from Friday they have nothing to do? It sends all kinds of wrong messages.
2. Notice please! Don't assume I am sad enough to be at reason #1, even if I am.
3. A nighttime weekend date as a first date is a big call. First dates are best during the week, less pressure, and the time seems less precious.

Anyway, so the date happened (after clever movement on my part from Friday night to Sunday afternoon) and it turns out my concerns about his online behaviour were spot on. After said date, he Facebooks me again almost immediately. Again, too much, too soon! Five days of online chat does not a relationship make. I increase the delays between responses to days instead of hours, and I get a demanding phone-call where a clearly irritated Mr Socially Inept practically shouts down the line "What is going on? Why haven't I heard from you?"

I think after only two days, and only one date, a better question may have been "Busy week, huh?"

Facebook has clearly sent the message to this guy that two days of no contact is like a lifetime. Back here in the real world, two days means you are just busy. That you have a life that sometimes prevents you from being glued to your computer 24/7. Which I don't think is a bad thing. At least Facebook has a blocking function.
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hard to say

November 2nd 2007 02:53
Why are there some things in life that are just difficult to say? Things like "you have something in your teeth", "maybe you should try another size" or "I think your boyfriend is gay." All statements that would probably result in the best outcome for everyone, and yet we often remain mute.

Is honesty really the best policy? We are told so, but then we are also told that a little white lie never hurt anyone. If the little white lie about your best friend's skirt not being too tight results in her being called fat while she's at the bar, surely that's gotta hurt.

As embarrassing as it is for both parties to have the "you have something on your face/ass/hair" conversation, or any exchange involving the thing you really don't want to say but really should, it's more embarrassing when the unmentioned offending item stays with the person into a business meeting, a crowded train, or out for the evening.

Shouldn't the age old adage of treat others as you want to be treated kick in here? I want to know if I have something in my teeth, if my fake tan looks fake, or if I really don't suit yellow. I have given up hoping people will be kind enough to inconspicuously point such things out, and now I dont wait to be (not) told. My good friends now know to expect a ridiculously toothy grin from me after any meal, to which I don't even need to ask a question any more. I get the "you're fine" or the indication as to which teeth are not.

But why are there so many things that we know we really should say, but often struggle with? The something in the teeth statement is obviously one of these, but why do so many of us also struggle with "I'm sorry."? If life is full of lessons to be learned, and if we're told from an early age that it's okay to make mistakes, why are we often so loath to admit that we actually have? Similarly to the recommendation of a different outfit to the friend who won't admit to weight gain, surely uttering the words, as difficult as they may be at the time, do make things better in the long run. Our hesitation in the short term often makes things even more difficult, or embarrassing than they would have been otherwise. The question "why didn't you tell me?" is even more difficult to deal with than pointing out the spinach in the teeth. The "I'm sorry", even if whatever caused the required apology was only half your fault, is often less difficult to say when it first pops into your head than after you've held a grudge for another week. But still, we remain silent.

Why? Well, it's hard to say.
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man trouble

November 1st 2007 04:01
What do you do when your boyfriend of 3 years calls it all off with no explanation other than the trusty "it's not you, it's me?" line, and then goes out of town for two weeks?

We strong career women of today struggle a little in these types of situations. Our strong independent self tells us to carry on, head held high and view this as an opportunity to create an even more fabulous version of ourself.

The not so strong, craves-someone-to-love-us self wants to curl up in a corner until you realise you have made a terrible mistake and beg us for forgiveness. Which we try to hold out on, and then give in once you bring flowers.

With such a huge internal struggle on the go, it's not really surprising we can't think about your feelings as well right now. After all, you got us into this mess in the first place. So when you call to say you are so sad about what's happened, forgive me for not being all tea and sympathy. I am too busy trying to get myself out of bed to worry about how bad you feel. About the siutation you created. By yourself. Without talking to me, your girlfriend of three years first.

And then you go away, and I discover that despite not being sure if you want to be with me, you have kindly left your washing in the machine. I only realise as I am hanging it all out.

So what do you do? You go to the park, with chocolate, and a girlie book. And you sit in the sun and pretend that this didn't happen for a couple of hours.

And like a little angel, a three year old appears (could that be a sign? 3 years old? 3 year old relationship? Maybe I do analyse things too much...) and offers you a flower. She even puts it in your hair and tells you how beautiful everyone will think you are. And then, she puts her little arm around your shoulder in an unexpected hug, for no reason at all.

And you realise that just when life seems terrible, it really isn't.

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