It amazes me that in the age of screenshots, people still have the audacity to cyberbully. But, low and behold,...
I’m about to admit something that I’m not even a little bit proud of: I’ve been going through my boyfriend’s phone and reading his text messages. And before everyone gets all judgmental on my paranoid ass, I’m sure that more than half of you can admit to doing the same exact thing at least once, if not on a regular basis. The thing is, I’ve recently realized that completely disregarding my boyfriend’s trust and going through his phone like a crazy woman isn’t helping me feel any better about anything.
In every dorm room and apartment I’ve shared with friends, I’ve wanted to get a communal landline and implement the message corkboard. In reality, Saturday afternoons were spent on the couch watching Housewives marathons and being jarred out of a trance as our cell phones vibrated and beeped. Todd says: “Nice 2 meet U last nite. Going out agn?” Mark says: “Wut up?”
Your boyfriend is in the shower and you venture over to his computer to check your Facebook only to find that he is already logged in. Usually you would just log him out (or so you say) but this time, you can’t help but notice he has been “poked” by an ex-girlfriend. You freeze. You consider your options: sign out and go about your business, or sort through all of his inbox messages to see if there is any other incriminating evidence.
Apr 9, 2010
Sexting always seemed like a no brainer to me - don't send naked pictures of yourself out into the world unless you want everybody to see them (see the smarts a college education buys!) - but it seems like the line has gotten blurrier and blurrier and now I'm not sure what to think.
Mar 12, 2010
It’s Thursday night, 8:00 PM. Most kids on my campus are pre-gaming in their rooms watching the new episode of The Office, but I am sitting half-comatose in a giant lecture hall, taking notes on Neo-freudians. It’s my own fault for picking such an unfortunately scheduled class, but I still silently curse my Ben Stein-clone of a professor as my phone vibrates for the tenth time since class started.
Feb 25, 2010
This month’s issue of Cosmo may just take the award for most insightful published information yet. (Where's that sarcastic font when we need it most?) First we learn what kind of behavior is too freaky to fix on a man… such as someone who Tweets every time you switch positions in bed.
We live, breathe and flirt in a world of high-tech, digital romance. And I can’t say with a straight face that I am not a user and abuser of texting/IMing/FB chatting when it comes to communicating with members of the opposite sex. But there are some instances where no Tweet can do justice to a face-to-face interaction when you’re wheeling and dealing in the game of love.
I love texting. It is perhaps my favorite invention next to the internet (how can that not be everyone's favorite invention??). My love has gotten to the point where I send out about a hundred text messages a day, but only make phone calls every couple of days. That got me thinking...what happened to my voice?
This week was pretty rad, what with so much geek flying all over the place. The new Harry Potter movie is out and I'm extremely excited (I may not be the only one). I'm almost to the point where I want to don a cape, grab a wand and do my best English accent (best = horrific).
Anyone here remember the 70's? No, of course not - we weren't even a blip on mom and dad's radar yet. But they were there practicing free love and dabbling in drugs and all the other dangerous things they tell us about to keep us on the straight-and-narrow. The most dangerous thing our generation is doing? Texting, apparently.
The New York Times is reporting on a new study of American media consumption that says the average person spends 8.5 hours every day in front of some sort of media screen (television, computer, cellphone, etc.).