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Behind the Glass


Man, I don’t know what, but this article in the Post about the emerging class of public citizens (or "publizens") really, really bothers me. I’ve been in a Pekar-sized funk since I read it, tossing and turning and just kicking stuff in the road. Something between the lines of the story makes me sad and upset, makes me wanna just yell "NOT FAIR." Here’s a key quote:

“In varying degrees, publizens grow up, fall in love, choose a college, drink too much, do good deeds, experiment with drugs and sex and kinky hairstyles, sit for tattoos, create art, enter 12-step programs, get hitched, give birth, go to work, file for divorce, die and do just about everything else in public. They build Web sites, produce blogs and star in reality television shows. They use new technologies to live in plain sight and newer technologies -- fancier phones, Web cams, digital video programs -- are being created so they can do just that.

Publizens welcome the klieg lights -- the glare, the heat, the exposure. British papers reported recently that Marie Osmond's teenage daughter Jessica put up a MySpace page revealing her sexual proclivities and listing Adolf Hitler as a hero. Young people have been kicked out of college for exhibiting pictures of themselves carousing.”

Hey, look: I work at AOL. I have a blog here. I’ve had a blog outside of AOL for two years, and I’m all up in MySpace and Friendster. My personal blog helped me get this job and a number of freelance writing gigs. I use Craigslist to hitch rides and furnish my apartment, and I’ve made friends of varying degrees through social networking sites.

So I feel like I’m pretty qualified to tell you this: The person you see online is NEVER the real person. It doesn’t matter what they look like, what bands they like or how well they write an e-mail – real life defies digital interpretation every time.

Imagine only being able to see in two dimensions – no depth perception, period. Now imagine, as a person that only sees in two dimensions, that you see a hand, resting on its fingertips against a windowpane. All you would see are five flesh-colored blobs -- with no understanding of the hand behind the glass. What else could tie those blobs together? Anything your imagination could conceive, but not the truth.

The human imagination is powerful, unstoppable, and totally silent. It takes past experiences and physical evidence and creates all kinds of crazy flying machines based on paranoia, hopes, dreams, fears – and our deepest, unarticulated desires. The scary thing is, we don’t even know we’re doing it.

Seeing the hand behind that glass – or meeting an online acquaintance in person – can be a terrible shock. It’s never what you expect, and it’s invariably a letdown. No human being can meet all your invisible expectations – and no human being deserves to be judged by your electronically enabled prejudices.

That person sucking on the beer bong in the photo online, five years before they applied to be your nanny? She may have changed completely. As a D.C. resident, I can tell you that the conservative political staffers are always the biggest freaks. Putting your life on the Web, sharing yourself scantily clad or your thoughts about Dashboard Confessional or party photos or whatever else you want doesn’t let the rest of us know you any better at all … it just gives people more pads to launch their imaginations from.

Interestingly enough, none of my closest friends have MySpace profiles at all. I’m the Internet guy in my group. All my Myspace friends were friends in college, live in other cities, or are people I met out one night. My best friend since kindergarten, my neighbor/roommate – they’re all real, fully functioning people whose popularity doesn’t get measured through Web metrics. They don’t have “friends” lists or blog traffic or Webcams. They just live and love, and that’s enough for me.



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