“You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king. There is no such thing as royal blood. I believe we are what we make of ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.” — Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl
NPR ran a report this AM about an effort to make emails, Tweets, and other social media posts go away.
That is, some firm is trying to develop a technology that’ll erase all those embarrassing pix you put up on Facebook when you were 15.
The idea being, mainly, that future employers might espy those frozen-in-time antics and frolics and rule you out for that dream job.
Ministry Of Fear
Sounds reasonable, no?
Answer this: Do you really want to work for an outfit that’s concerned about your non-felonious activities as a dopey kid?
And how much would said outfit have to be willing to pay you so that you retroactively become circumspect about posting that shot of you guzzling cheap beer?
May They Never Be Hired For The Rest Of Their Lives!
A-a-a-nd, let’s just say you felt strongly enough about a certain topic to Tweet “Ashley is a bitch.” Would I be correct in concluding that seven years later some constipated HR professional might study this communique and conclude that its author shall be disqualified for a treasured entry-level position in the Abasement & Indentured Servitude Department?
I don’t know if you’ve noticed this stupid Facebook scam wherein the poster “likes” something and then it turns out that some “sexy” pic of an Asian chick gets posted on her/his Timeline.
I put sexy in quotes because I don’t find the image of a woman whose buttocks and mammary glands are not, shall we say, nature’s own attractive in any way.
Another Bloomington soul who got taken in by this is a female artist of unimpeachable repute. My Newsfeed Sunday night carried a post, allegedly from her Wall, showing a thonged Asian chick on all fours with her afterburner poked high in the air.
Somehow I knew this female artist wasn’t endorsing this kind of frat-boy-oriented sex trade imagery.
Anyway, my solution is this: Don’t “Like” or “Share” any more news stories. I know this will cut many of my FB sisteren & brethren to their very souls, but look, folks, we all know how the 1% is screwing us, how corporations are out to stuff us full of cheap, toxic chemicals, and how our representatives in Washington don’t have our best interests at heart.
There comes a time when we have to stop beating dead horses. And when that dead horse comes back to life as some silicon-pumped bimbo, well then, that’s as good an indication as any that the time has come.
Do I need to remind my faithful readers that I don’t give the slightest shit about British royalty? The big news these days, apparently, is that Kate Middleton — or Windsor, or Saxe-Coburg, or whatever her new noble surname is — is pregnant.
And if you care, you need to reassess the priorities and interests in your life.
Aung San Suu Kyi: Care About Her
Yes, I’m judgmental.
As far as the “Abasement & Indentured Servitude Department” is concerned, it seems no one has yet realized that sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander as well. We who seek employment have just as much freedom to investigate the clay-feet toejam of our prospective employers and CEOs via Google, MySpace and Facebook, as they have of us.