Fame Whoring : User Generated Discontent

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I love my suit.

It’s the only one I own.

I wear it to weddings, funerals and other important educational meetings.

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A thosand fly-buys for every comment that goes, “…what you decide to put online could well open some doors and shut others in your future, now……and perhaps even in the past.”

We have some classic examples of when things said stick around and continue to thwart one’s best intent…..and then pose as party plans to the willing fame-whores that Emily Nassbaum speaks to / of / through.

I’ve crashed 5 months of blogging ( poring over this little multi-headed type-writer ) in an effort to drag up the feeds from other arena’s; where communication giants fought off dragons of epic dis-proportions.

On that note please excuse the jilted CSS sheet that;s struggling with other thematic overtures and related template historionics ….all to build my own lovable fame-whore album.

A lack lustre series of illustrious skits.

Bloggers mayhem madness.

Retro-Facebook’s with as much insidious elective ad-non-sense and other lack of communication what-are-you-doing-now microblogging twit feeds gnawing upon the carcass of my my blog-hud filled with SL spew and other pimply headed geek phreeking speek week talk.

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Quote;

Kids today. They have no sense of shame. They have no sense of privacy. They are show-offs, fame whores, pornographic little loons who post their diaries, their phone numbers, their stupid poetry—for God’s sake, their dirty photos!—online. They have virtual friends instead of real ones. They talk in illiterate instant messages. They are interested only in attention—and yet they have zero attention span, flitting like hummingbirds from one virtual stage to another.

Emily Nassbaum

You’ve gotta admit that net identity is at an all time peak of narcissistic fame whoring, who’s swimming in who’s toilet and all built by us. The elders.

The practiced ones.

Time capsuled.

Distorted. Misquoted. Re-fed.

Munted as my 17 year old daughter would call it.

So yesterday.

After all;

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An age of discontent, inside = outside.

Micro.

Bored.

Always on.

Pessimistic.

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Trying hard not to be the web wanna-be douche bag.