So this morning Google kicked up an old article from the Village
Voice—Six Degrees of Sexual Frustration, by William
O'Shea (June 4-10, 2003).
One of the stories that O'Shea used to illustrate how the social networking phenomenon of that particular
day—Friendster—works was of an electroclash band member 'Rex' who gets to live out a fantasy fetish ala
Friendster.
Turns out that what would have been a fairly anonymous 'one-night-stand' winds up caught in the velcro of Rex's
Friendster friend list.
Ever put a piece of velcro through your washer/dryer cycle? Great stuff velcro—but sure does collect a lot of
interesting stuff—forensic scientists must love it.
How many social networking services does one need to belong to in order to keep all areas of one's life tidy and
separate? Hmm, better get started on that 'faceted classification' of the 'social networking services meta list'...
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