Dive down the rabbit hole of social media and you’re bound to encounter two virtual ninnies, Twitter-dee and Twitter-dum. Avatars for the masses, they represent the increasingly popular absurdity of concision, the insane notion that any relevant discourse can be generated in exchanges of fewer than 140 characters. Of course, if the absence of wisdom were my only regret, I could denounce myriad media — television for its induction of passivity, video games for their introduction to addictiveness. (Damn you, PopCap, for getting me hooked on Bejeweled! Yes, I am 12-year-old girl.) However, it is social media’s home invasion of privacy that scares the bejeezus out of me. We share our secrets on our computer screens, taking liberties with our intimacies in ways that would make Larry Flynt shudder.
WE LIVE IN PUBLIC documents the origins of social media through the cold, dead eyes of one of its most charismatic pioneers, Josh Harris. Watch today’s THINK piece below for my take on Ondi (DiG!) Timoner’s film, then click here for my interview with the whip-smart and statuesque director and her debt-defying subject shot on location at Seattle’s posh Pan Pacific Hotel.
Next step: Confess how often you check your Facebook page or tweet over the course of a single day. Do so right here on The Warren Report. Or, text #345AREYOUEFFIN’KIDDINGME?
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June 4th, 2009 at 12:10 am
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