I'm Pam Newman.
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I'm a writer of aricles, poems & songs. Here's some cool stuff I wrote.
Two people who’s first languages are different communicate with each other in a completley different language on facebook.
(German and Japanese communicating with each other in english! They both speak japanese fluently, though… go figure)
Facebook stresses me out.
There was a point, a few years back, when I thought Facebook was AWESOME. I also personally knew everyone on my Facebook feed, or thoroughly enjoyed each one of them.
I still know a lot of the people on my Facebook feed well enough to identify them today. Once you break a certain number of “Friends,” and “Acquaintances,” the puny human brain is only capable of recalling so many names, where they came from, and political affiliations.
Now there’s too many people who have too many different agendas. Now there’s far too much information being shared. Even with filters, I’m still seeing shit I really couldn’t spare an eighth of a fuck about. Now I get anxious about checking to see who’s commented on my last post, and who’s chimed in.
Facebook went from a neat way to keep in touch with people to an obligation outreach tool to a flat-out source of anxiety in like, 3 years flat.
This white dude I know asked a question about if black people want to be called “african americans” or not and if the word “color” is offensive.
A black dude I know told me about the post and I looked at it and said, this shit is cray.
Lots of white people telling black folks how they ought to feel, and so on and so forth. So I ended up replying:
"Well it seems easy for all the white people in this thread to decide that what [other black dude] had to say carried little or no relevance. A lot of white people seemed to be ready to have a fit over a black person deciding how they ought to be defined. A lot of white people in society want to speak for black folks, and I’m saying that in a conversation that was designed for people who actually are black, maybe y’all need to sit down and listen rather than inject your opinions all over us. I’m just doing & saying what white folks generally do when Black people speak up in public.”
I got called racist by a white woman for that.
I can’t even with this shit.
I asked this question of an intelligent, politically active person who appeared to be under 40, today.
HE SAID NO!
I almost said, “You do exist.”
Right now I’m playing a game of words with friends.
My opponent is my long time Mensa, model, actress, DC Lawyer, beauty pageant winning friend Moly.
The part of me that has been drinking this arbor mist really wants to liveblog this… but screenshots sound difficult. And honestly? I don’t want to subject you to this.
Ok Go - Get Over It
Is it just my fangirling for Damian Kulash, or does the “Indie,” station on The Sims Social sound a lot like something Ok Go would write?
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