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Media Whores


What is it with Facebook and other social media?

Is it really just that therapeutic to share your feelings with the world?  Or is it just another addiction like cigarettes or drugs?

I’m beginning to think it’s an addiction that people just can’t stay away from… Not to mention, the media just eats it up.

Source: Blogzworth.com

Source: Blogzworth.com

I read an article online this morning about a man who was hanging Christmas lights for his 4-year-old daughter, and while he was making some adjustments to his “winter wonderland,” he was electrocuted and died.  The article went on to mention how he planned to propose to his girlfriend underneath the very lights he died putting up.  What a heartbreaker, right?

The pictures in the article were pulled from Facebook, so I pulled up this guy’s poor girlfriend’s page to see the outpouring of love and support that neighbors and others were sharing.

What I found, however, shocked me.  I saw that this girl has been consistently posting on Facebook since he died.  She’s shared numerous Pinterest photos and has posted some other things, as well.  Um, excuse me, but if your soon-to-be-fiancé just died, do you think scouring Pinterest is really a good idea?

According to her very own Facebook page, her boyfriend died on December 17th.  Yep, that’s right.  She posted that very night on her wall that her boyfriend had just passed away after falling off a roof while hanging Christmas lights.  Am I the only one who finds that a little insensitive and odd?

Only five days after that, she posts “Rain Rain Go Away!!!”

What the heck?!  Perhaps I’m the odd man out here, but after only five days, I can’t imagine I would even be on Facebook, much less annoyed by the rainy weather.  I would still be devastated – confined to my bed, unable to even get dressed in the mornings.  I would be thankful for my mom and sister taking care of my kids, whom I would be completely unable to take care of by myself that soon after the love-of-my-life had tragically and senselessly died.

Then, the following day, she posts a picture she found on Pinterest talking about true love.  She commented on it, saying, “I was so lucky to find this once… Hopefully I’ll be blessed enough to find it again.”

Say what??!!  When I saw that particular post, I was speechless at her cavalier attitude and mention of finding love in the future.  Again, maybe it’s just me, but I can’t imagine even the thought of looking for love again less than a week after my “soulmate” had died.

As I sat, staring at my computer in disbelief, I came to two conclusions.  Either,

1. Facebook is like crack, and people really can’t stay away from it; or

2. The media just loves an ironic, heartbreaking story.

Maybe this guy had no intention of really proposing this Christmas under his magical lightshow.  After all, they did just meet in the fall, according to the article.  But, of course, the Romeo and Juliet irony is just too amazing to skip past on your newsfeed.  I admit, it was hard not to fall in love with this heartbreaking story the second I read it.

So why didn’t the writer just focus on the man’s daughter, then?  There was no question that he had a daughter whom he loved to death – that much was evident in the pictures he had taken with her.  I wonder if that was because the author was unable to interview her since she’s a minor.  It always sounds better when you can get some good quotes in from a heartbroken lover, right?  In this particular story, the social-media-loving girlfriend was quoted as saying that she would have said “yes” to the man whom she claimed to love so much.

Well, duh… I’m sure you would have.  But since you can’t now, we’ll all just shower you with our sympathies as you continue to post about the weather on Facebook and find some good crafts to try on Pinterest.

Source: Q1 Labs

Source: Q1 Labs

What do you think?  Am I just being an insensitive witch, or do you call bologna on this whole story, too?  I can’t wait to hear your thoughts!

 

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Crybaby, Crybaby…


So by now, we’ve all heard about the Phil Robertson/Duck Dynasty drama.  Phil actually voiced his personal opinion on a hot topic that some people didn’t like, and now he’s in hot water for it.

Let me start this post off by reminding of you of something:

We live in America, people.

Now, with that being said, let me also remind you that every single one of us has the right to say what we think.  We don’t live in China or in Cuba or in North Korea.  One of the beauties of being an American (or a damn Canadian for that matter) is that we get to say whatever we want.  I’m allowed to tell you how much I hate you or your cat or your stupid lifestyle.  I’m allowed to tell you that you shouldn’t wear those pants ever again or that you’re hair looks atrocious.  And I’m also allowed to tell you that I think this Huffington Post article is one of the stupidest articles I’ve ever read.

So now a person can’t really be a Christian and love you if he doesn’t agree with your lifestyle?  Get real.

Can someone please tell me when the heck we, as a society, became so dang sensitive?  When did we become such crybabies?

 

Back in the day, when little Johnnie said something mean and hurt our feelings, we would tell him to screw off and then we’d go on our merry way doing exactly what we were doing before he offended us.  We may even rub it in his face a little, hoping to offend him in return.

Not anymore, though.  Nope.  Now we get our overly-sensitive feelings hurt, and the first thing we do about it is post it on a public forum and whine and cry until we have people pat us on the back, wipe our tears, and tell us everything will be okay because now they’re going to start boo-hooing about the big mean bully, too. 

Really, GLAAD?  Phil Robertson’s comments were some of “the vilest and most extreme” said about gays and lesbians?  Are you even being serious right now?  “Homosexual” is not even close to the most offensive word I’ve heard used to describe a gay man or a lesbian.  You people must not ever turn the TV or radio on.

So it’s offensive to some homosexuals to watch a show on A&E wherein the stars of said show don’t agree with being gay.  Well why aren’t the awful, mean, conservative bullies complaining to A&E about Modern Dads?  I mean, dads aren’t supposed to stay at home, right?  Aren’t they all supposed to be out working 12 hours a day at some factory, while their wives stay home and make sure they have dinner on the table and the kids in the bath before Daddy comes home? 

Source: We Know Memes

Source: We Know Memes

And I never hear the anti-gay bullies complain to Huffington Post about all the gay hosts of the home improvement shows that litter A&E’s television lineup.  What if they’re offended by all the gayness?  [Oh wait… The Huff Post wouldn’t broadcast those complaints anyway, would they?  No, they wouldn’t.  But you know what?  They don’t even have to make that decision because most people who are offended by something they see on TV or hear on the radio just TURN IT OFF.] 

If you don’t like it, then don’t watch it, dammit.  You don’t have to try to make your complaints and whining viral by posting it to every social networking site that exists.  I’ll tell you one thing… You complain and whine and cry about being offended and how Phil’s show needs to be taken off the air, but let me tell you a little secret…

You’re making them even more famous!  You’re broadcasting to the rest of the world the very thing you don’t want anyone else to hear!  You’re making their supporters come out of the woodwork and rally behind them.  And all the while, you’re still curled up in your little corner crying yourself to sleep and begging people to affirm you and pat your back.  Seems legit.

No, we’re not all gay.  Or all black.  Or all Christian.  But if I see something that doesn’t apply to me or my lifestyle, then I make the decision regarding whether or not to read it, listen to it, share it, or even agree with it.  If I don’t like it, then I TURN. IT. OFF.  I forget, though, that these crybabies are the same crybabies who would also whine and pout if we weren’t allowed to express our opinions openly.  Damned if you do.  Damned if you don’t.

Stop being such a crybaby.  Grow up.  Get over it.  Stop drawing attention to the very thing that you’re whining about having such attention.  It doesn’t make sense.  If you don’t agree with Phil, then tell him to eff off, and then move on.  Then go have a few drinks at your local gay bar.


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