I'm nothing if not a team player/employee. So, here's a feel-good, optimistic interlude for one of our markets titled:
"I'm Being Forced To Write This...And, My Cat Died."
It's time to aim the white hot spotlight on those wacky people who camp out on the text and social media landscape-- specifically-- the folks who, helpfully, tell us who to vote for while sharing scrumptious dinner photographs.
I've always held curious fascination toward those who snap photos of their food and post it to FaceSnatch; it's entertaining.
Leading psychologists (from top universities) have a theory on this topic:
Research suggests that (their words, not mine) "...photographing food and posting to social media indicates early stages of clinical insanity." NOOOO WAY! Seriously? These people are about to elect a new president...and other dangerous stuff like driving and procreating.
By the way, university scholars know a thing or two about insanity...It's called Beer Pong...and the student loan program.
Let's take a look at what the foodie paparazzi have to say via actual social media survey participants:
"I do it to get people to join me for a meal."
"To make lasting memories."
"To know what I'm putting in my body."
"Because it's fun."
"People like to see it."
"Because I'm narcissistic"*
**not an actual survey response
We'll just go ahead and score a win for team psychology/Sally Mae/Budweiser.
My friends are astutely aware of my strong disinterest toward food pics in that, when I receive one, I politely send a text pic of a turd in my toilet bowl with a sprinkle of basil...and my dead cat-- I'm, of course, kidding-- I would never snap a pic of a dead cat.
I've been fortunate enough in life to enjoy some of the best mac n cheese ever created, courtesy of my mom, grandmothers and even my dad, but I hold no desire to clog my in-box with pictures of it...I do something crazier with my food...I EAT it thus saving valuable folder space for pornhub pics.
Another favorite--and I'm not being a word snob-- is the txt abbreviation:
fml csffh hktwu.,&$@:":... WTF? ttyl, fuk off... omw. LOL. (:
At Pontchartrain Press we use complete words and sentences in our communication.
I also understand why text abbreviation is sometimes valid...such as clever tactics in throwing off a federal government sting operation.
Amanda Port, Leigh, Todd, Mike Klein (the editor) and I share the same account at the company...primarily, I suspect, facilitating their ability to change my password when they become nervous about my writing.
My favorite is the online pronouncement of a romance in bloom which is splashed across the screen for all to view...
Kim: Bestessss bf in the world. xoxxoo @Chris who fixed the bestessss dinner ever, and re-shingled my house while giving CPR to an unconscious nun.
(Kim is in a relationship with Chris)
Chris: Fun nite with a perfect gurl...
(Chris is in a relationship with Kim)
Three months later...
Kim: I don't understand why some people are Douche bags! ugh.
Chris: I don't understand why some people are filthy whores!
(Chris went from being in a relationship to Single)
Kim: (is single)
In the words of the great Satchmo...What a virtual world!
We're taking our summer break but plan to return in late September with open letters to the presidential candidates... and a fantastic eggplant parmesan recipe.
ed. note: No cats were harmed in the making of this article.
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