Swimming Upstream
So it’s out.
Troutgirl fired for blogging on friendster.
Intriguing.
Friendster proves once again that it’s not as friendly as it would make you believe. (In spite of keeping my profile up after that whole headlock incident)
Like the hoppers on who early adopt en masse and then choose to leave en masse (us fickle peeps of social conscious norms and general silly mob mentality), I’ve just gone ahead and cancelled my account, finding that live interactions are imintently more satisfying than meeting random strangers via a clunky and frequently down UI. (Which makes me wonder if I really want to continue using Dodgeball either that much since it still hasn’t quite hit critical mass in SF)
Additionally re: friendster, it’s a little creepy when you do something so small as change your zip code on your profile and you get something like 40 msg over the course of a week from dudes ranging from 23-43 hitting on you.
So if you’re no longer connected to so and so, then I’m sorry for you lovecakes.
I’ll rather miss my fun testimonials over there which I’d re-read on occasion for the ego snack.
I find that my occasional insecurity fits are akin to a pmsing chick in tight pants for ego snacks.

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