Technology.
October 10, 2011
We have pitched a bitch around here before about people and their need to have their cellphones connected to their hands at every turn, whether it is dinner, sporting events, or any other social activity. We still hate those people, and would love nothing more than to smack the phones out of their hands as they peck away while we talk. It’s infuriating.
However, we realized something else over the weekend: Thank God all of this technology did not exist when we were younger. Kids and, let’s be honest, adults, get themselves into SO much trouble with phones these days, it is unreal. And mostly comical, if you’re us, and get to see some of the dumbass things people say and do with their technological companions.
For instance, if we did something stupid as hell – which we certainly did with great frequency – fifteen years ago, there is a pretty good chance there is no physical record of it, other than our memories. No one had a phone to text someone else a picture of our stupidity, or to tell anyone and everyone about it immediately after it happened. Those stories had to wait a day or two, until people actually ran into each other to share tales of drunkenness, and most of the time, all would be forgotten, thanks to said drunkenness. This, our dear friends, was a thing of beauty.
These days, anything you say, shoot, video or upload to your Facebook, Twitter, Flickr, MySpace, whatever accounts is there – FOREVER. So next time you take a drunken spill, or make out with a total loser from your office at a Christmas party, remember that people are happy as hell to catch it on video, and allow it to resurface with ease.
Luckily, we have rarely been embarrassed by much in our lives. We are absolutely aware that we are complete fucking idiots at times. So although not everything we do makes us proud, we are probably not going to get caught on camera doing something asinine.* Fifteen years ago? You fucking betcha.
Happy Monday, everyone.
*Let the countdown begin to that statement biting us the ass.