Humming “Blame It On The Boogie”

If I scream the same thing loud enough for longer than anyone else, eventually everyone who wants to know something related to what I’m screaming about will have to hear what I’m screaming. That’s basically the concept I’m getting from the internet. And that’s got me thinking. I know people who dislike the concept of things like Facebook, Twitter, Bebo, Blogger, Tumblr, and don’t get involved for the purposes of keeping personal information off the web and away from the mythical web bogeyman that’ll rob you of your house, credit card, mobile, identity and whatever else the Fox network would have you believe. The thing with ignoring Social Media, however, is its kind of like trying to go to Blockbuster and hire a VHS. Everybody’s going to look at you funny and you’re going to have absolutely no idea what’s going on when people talk to you about how pretentious the directors commentary that came with the Dark Knight was. The Amish are another prime example of how a group of people intent on protecting themselves from the social advances of the last 200 years have brought upon themselves more media and attention than almost every other religious group in western society. By distancing themselves, they became the centre of attention. The key to keeping your privacy safe online, if that’s what really concerns you, isn’t about sticking your head in the sand and hoping that nobody notices as they pave a tar seal road around you, its to shout as long and loud as you can about something that nobody is interested in. Twittering about Michael Jacksons death was sure to win you a few followers on Friday, but those who valued their privacy tweeted about shampooing their cats or mowing the lawn. They calmly and quietly followed the herd, paying absolutely no attention to the hype and continuing on with whatever they were doing while those that choose to fight the media either stood on the sidelines with a great big pair of earmuffs on, oblivious to what was going on or they caught a note of what had happened, realised too late that they were being dragged into the modern age and so sat with their fingers in their ears humming “Blame it on the Boogie” in the middle of the road and drawing attention to themselves.