I wasn’t actually hiding, per se. I was just kind of…anonymous.
I had e-mail. That was about it.
Now I have Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, multiple e-mail addresses, Godaddy domain names, lots of cool Apps that I don’t know how to use [yet], Google thingies, bells and whistles, pins I can put in things that interest me that others can see and ponder why my deep and abiding love of Jimmy Iovine has consumed my life. [ooooops, the Jimmy shrine is still a secret]
I can follow, be followed, watched, poked, prodded, reminded, pinged, tagged, linked, attached, hooked up and dialed in…. sometimes, I don’t even know I’ve done it until I get a notice or a message or a ping from someone who I may or may not know saying they like something or another I did or posted. Really? What did I do, again?
Case in point: Cake and Pinterest. Someone trying to teach me how to use it pulled a picture from HER Pinterest page as a quick example of the wonderful things I could do on the site. Like post pictures of cake. I started getting Facebook messages about how yummy that cake looked and how cool it was that I posted it for all to see and salivate over.
Just to be sure….that was somebody else’s cake. Not my cake.
Don’t get me wrong. I like cake. In fact, I love cake. But I see no real value in posting a picture of it on a web-site so people know I like it. I’d rather just speak it to another person face to face which feels way more….intimate. Or better yet, eat the cake in front of them so they really, really, really understand just how much I like it. BTW…I also dig sex. A lot. I’m wondering if I should post pictures of sex on my Pinterest page alongside the cake? Probably not as to avoid any confusion. Probably not a good idea to do it in front of someone to prove my point, I suppose, but you get my drift.
For the record, I believe eating cake and having sex are two distinctly different activities and any respective imagery should remain appropriately segregated on Pinterest.
This everything-is-public concept hit me hard in the shower yesterday [as epiphanies often do] between shampooing and shaving my legs. This forever conversation with people via the internet will never end. On the contrary, it’s just beginning. It’s 24/7…the open all night diner, the bar with a vodka fountain that never goes dry, the Insta-everything that’s making me into I don’t know what. A true entrepreneur? A target? A victim? A wannabe? A pathetic wretch who believes people give a shit if I like cake or shave my legs?
I’m not sure yet.
P.S. Generally I wax my legs but sometimes a girl just has to be smooth right now! Thought you might like to know that.