P!nk and Social Networking

I have subscribed to Women's Health for a long time now. This month was full of goodness.  There was an article/interview with P!nk which was a great read.  Here a couple of little teasers.

Pink the Singer: a Softer Shade

Written by Lori Majewski for Women's Health

Pink doesn't need a bodyguard. In fact, she has an entourage of exactly one—her tour manager, Nick Cua—when she arrives at a hotel in Birmingham, England (where she's on tour), for her Women's Health interview. "She can take care of herself," Cua says.

- You two are back together, and you thank Carey before anyone else in the Funhouse liner notes, saying "You took my heart and made it bigger." But when you were making the CD, weren't you really pissed at him? Isn't that what "So what" is about?  

"No. I wasn't. [Big sigh] Long-term relationships are a layered onion. There's something about him I love, and I want him to be OK, even if he's not with me."

- How is that different from past relationships?

"When I met Carey, I was an abused puppy in the corner, ready to bite anyone who put their hand out. And there's a part of me who will always be kind of like that. But he was the first man I was with who allowed me to take a deep breath [she exhales] and close my eyes and fall backward. And most of the time, he was there. That's more than I can say about others. So when I say he took my heart and made it bigger, my heart was like this clenched fist. And even after he broke my heart, still, I had two bigger halves. I have more capacity to love and to be loved."

- Your tour is the Funhouse. Britney's tour is the Circus...

"I'm not taking anything away from Britney because I really like her a lot, but I would never go to a show where the person was lip-synching. When you grow up listening to Janis Joplin, you're not going to want to see somebody mime."

- You like Britney? Isn't she one of the girls you sing about in "Stupid Girls"? 

"I've always said I like Britney. I swear to God, I've stuck up for Britney since the beginning. She and I have talked about it. My point was, Stop comparing me to her, because we're different animals."  

If you are P!ink fan, you should check out the full article. 

There was also an article about Social Networking, Face Book specifically. A couple of things I found especially interesting was how Facebook started out and where it is now. It also pointed out peoples need to overshare.  I could not agree more, on both accounts. As much as I enjoy Facebook and will continue to use, it has morphed into something much more. It is riddled with games and has become a place for people to post things for shock value. I am all for feedback worthy comments...but some of the TMI stuff is just out of control! I have read many things that I think should come with a rating or a prescription for some kind of psych drug. This article had some pretty interesting posts and reasons why people post what they they do. I thought I would share a few of them. Enjoy. 


Social Networking: Don't Overshare
written by Fernanda Moore for Women's Health


The Ewwwdate

Anna My rash is better, but still oozing.
Josie Flu, day 3: Vomiting gone, but have the runs instead. And now Jack is throwing up.

Maybe these people think they're witty. (Potty humor never goes out of style, right?) Says Johnson: "One of my sons, when he was an infant, was a projectile pooper." (Thanks for sharing!) "If Facebook had existed back then, I would have rushed to post about it. Sometimes you just need to vent." Still, updates about bodily functions are TMI. You want to look away, but it's too late.

Actually, Ewwwpdaters may simply be upping their own antes. If no one comments on posts about your garden, then go for the gross-out! "The urge for attention turns ordinary folks into shock jocks," says Julie Albright, Ph.D., a sociologist at the University of Southern California. "The more revolting your updates, the more people will notice you." 


The I Chewed Up-Date

Christine is eating toast.
Christine just made ramen.
Christine has linguine with clam sauce—yum!

What's with the people who constantly post about food? The rest of us ate toast today too, but we fought the urge to shout it from the rooftops. Let's call them DCPs— digestive-compulsive posters—and leave it at that. "If you think about it," muses Albright, "dining is a social activity. The social significance of eating together goes back to our earliest roots, right?

"So if someone is at home alone, eating ramen she made for herself," Albright says, "posting on Facebook lets her break bread, virtually, with a community she apparently lacks." Says Johnson: "Aw, it's harmless. Just think, some people are still excited about this use of Facebook—saying 'Finally! I can tell everyone what kind of cereal I had...in real time!'"


The Re-Up-Date

Samantha is on the plane!
Samantha is landing!
Samantha Here comes my suitcase!

Overposters—those whose constant stream of drivel sends sensible people lunging for the "hide" button on their news feed—compulsively chronicle their every move and alter their profile pictures, relationship status, and so on. Sheesh. It makes you wonder what they did all day before Facebook existed. Don't these people have friends?


The Schutupdate

Jacqueline is putty in the hands of a man who brings her coffee in bed.
Melissa just loves morning sex.

Oh, she does, does she? Well, goody for her. Some people aren't getting any, and they really don't want to hear about other people's awesome rolls in the hay! And if it's, say, a coworker's post, we really don't want the image stuck in our heads. "Way back when, you'd have this intimate conversation with your closest friend...maybe," Johnson says. "But bragging about your sex life to hundreds of people shows that people's boundaries have become ridiculously eroded." Albright thinks it's simpler than that. "Look, sex sells," she says. "It's the most basic attention-seeking device there is. Describing their sexual antics online makes people feel twice as desirable—live, in front of a virtual audience!" 

I put this one right up there with the Ewwwwpdate.