Peter sent me this Time Magazine article as grist for my mill. Oh dear God. Where do I begin? In my opinion, it's really just a logical extension of the blogging phenomenon that places everyone's life on their own little stage. (Not to mention the way kids get awards no matter what they do. Have you seen how many trophies they amass in soccer and Little League? Garrison Keilor was right, all American kids really ARE above average.) The lines between reality and fantasy/life as it really is (we do have limits) and life as we wish it to be (but there is a Secret that will erase all those limits) have long been blurred by things like reality television, New Age happy crap and a plethora of online alternate reality games not to mention the popularity point system that the term "friend" now carries in the blogging world. Is it any wonder how much time people spend on-line creating their lives virtually and soothing themselves with personal development reads that promise the tranformation of their lives with be painless once they get really good at imagining and intending? You can surf endlessly without actually doing anything, which seems to me an awful lot like imagining how great you would look in every outfit you see on the rack without trying anything on. You never have to face how big your butt has actually gotten.
But you have to leave the house sometime, right? How can the cold, cruel world (and it is freaking frigid in Chicago right now) ever compete with what happens here in cyberspace? And whatever DOES happen in the world, well...if your life is worth it's salt, isn't it continually supplying you with material for the media, personal and otherwise?
Welcome to the birth of personal paparazzi.

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