JessamyThe apparent male crush on Myspace
April 1st 2008 11:26
It appears that in this modern day and age we live in, men appear to like the Internet. To the point that it's their communication weapon of choice (and yes, this is a video game in my eyes. Or war. Either one).
Traditionally, I suppose, both sexes had to actually speak. But before too long, Caveman Ugg and his wife Cavewoman Betty had figured out that Ugg's best mate Jono, and Betty's best girlfriend Bitsy would play Chinese whispers with them. And after that came cave writing, followed by letter writing, flag and smoke signals, morse code, telephone, sms, and the Internet. And then the days of Myspace and Facebook occurred.
Within this brief history, you will notice that males traditionally angle towards the weapon with the least amount of actual discussion involved. So Caveman Ugg would, for example, choose telephone over face-to-face. But he would also choose sms over the telephone. And finally, I believe the Internet tops it all. Because there's no face to face, there's no guarantee that you'll have an instant reply (such as an sms) and there;s no risk of an angry instant phone call (maybe a delayed one, but that appears to be a risk many guys are willing to take).
I'm speaking here in the contexts of break ups between a guy and a girl-however, I'm actually going to now give two examples where guys have used the Internet to come in and have a not-so-subtle crack. At me. And yes, I'm willing to use my own stories on here, sohelpmegoddess.
The first one appeared in the form of a conspicious little message in my Myspace inbox. My myspace is practically defunct, because the network I'm on blocks it-so I barely get the chance to check it. However, there is was, an little message from a guy I'd never met before, but he had added me because we had mutual friends.
He basically have the usual 'Hi, how are you' spin, and dropped in at the end the smarty-pants line of 'If you'd like to see a show or catch up for coffee one time, that'd be cool. My phone number is 04 XX XXX XXX' ('sif I'm going to give out his actual number. Although I was sorely tempted, yes, you are correct.)
So, I sent a message back, politely giving him my number, and not two hours later I get a text message. Now, you may all leap at this and say 'Ha! There you go, he upgraded to texts!'-but my point here, dear sweet petals is that he used the Internet as his original ice-breaker. It's the point that he knew of me through the Internet, as opposed to our two carrier pigeons randomly colliding in mid-air and us meeting that way,
My second, more recent experience is what prompted me to write this post, after I detected a somewhat re-ocurring theme. I had actually met this guy once, briefly, and thought he was damn cute. And he basically followed in the first's footsteps-I opened up Myspace to see a little message from him in my inbox, number attached. So I did the same thing, sent mine back, and now I'm sipping coffee, waiting for results, sometime in the next fortnight (obviously, I don't take this long to drink coffee. It was the casual, relaxed image I wanted you, dear reader, to have of me).
What is the male obsession with messaging girls online? Is it less intimidating? Are girls more inclined to dish out numbers if they see that the guy has a 'cool' profile page, with 203848202 friends? Are Myspace and Facebook to be used for the powers od good or evil, in dating terms? Or, is it a simple case of it being the only way to reach a girl you've met once, but were instantly attracted to?
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If the last point's a yes, then Myspace, and therefore Facebook, are a revolution of sorts. Finally, there's a way you can effectively reach (or stalk, if that's your choice) the cute guy/girl/random in between you saw the other week. I know for a fact I was pretty damn pleased with myself when I got the message off the second cute guy. So I'm now questioning the nerdiness of the online thing. Not online dating, which is somewhat different, but using Myspace and Facebook as a way to reach and connect with people you may not have been able to before the Internet. Unless, of course, your carrier pigeons actually did collide mid air, in which case I congratulate you.
Traditionally, I suppose, both sexes had to actually speak. But before too long, Caveman Ugg and his wife Cavewoman Betty had figured out that Ugg's best mate Jono, and Betty's best girlfriend Bitsy would play Chinese whispers with them. And after that came cave writing, followed by letter writing, flag and smoke signals, morse code, telephone, sms, and the Internet. And then the days of Myspace and Facebook occurred.
Within this brief history, you will notice that males traditionally angle towards the weapon with the least amount of actual discussion involved. So Caveman Ugg would, for example, choose telephone over face-to-face. But he would also choose sms over the telephone. And finally, I believe the Internet tops it all. Because there's no face to face, there's no guarantee that you'll have an instant reply (such as an sms) and there;s no risk of an angry instant phone call (maybe a delayed one, but that appears to be a risk many guys are willing to take).
I'm speaking here in the contexts of break ups between a guy and a girl-however, I'm actually going to now give two examples where guys have used the Internet to come in and have a not-so-subtle crack. At me. And yes, I'm willing to use my own stories on here, sohelpmegoddess.
The first one appeared in the form of a conspicious little message in my Myspace inbox. My myspace is practically defunct, because the network I'm on blocks it-so I barely get the chance to check it. However, there is was, an little message from a guy I'd never met before, but he had added me because we had mutual friends.
So, I sent a message back, politely giving him my number, and not two hours later I get a text message. Now, you may all leap at this and say 'Ha! There you go, he upgraded to texts!'-but my point here, dear sweet petals is that he used the Internet as his original ice-breaker. It's the point that he knew of me through the Internet, as opposed to our two carrier pigeons randomly colliding in mid-air and us meeting that way,
My second, more recent experience is what prompted me to write this post, after I detected a somewhat re-ocurring theme. I had actually met this guy once, briefly, and thought he was damn cute. And he basically followed in the first's footsteps-I opened up Myspace to see a little message from him in my inbox, number attached. So I did the same thing, sent mine back, and now I'm sipping coffee, waiting for results, sometime in the next fortnight (obviously, I don't take this long to drink coffee. It was the casual, relaxed image I wanted you, dear reader, to have of me).
What is the male obsession with messaging girls online? Is it less intimidating? Are girls more inclined to dish out numbers if they see that the guy has a 'cool' profile page, with 203848202 friends? Are Myspace and Facebook to be used for the powers od good or evil, in dating terms? Or, is it a simple case of it being the only way to reach a girl you've met once, but were instantly attracted to?
.
If the last point's a yes, then Myspace, and therefore Facebook, are a revolution of sorts. Finally, there's a way you can effectively reach (or stalk, if that's your choice) the cute guy/girl/random in between you saw the other week. I know for a fact I was pretty damn pleased with myself when I got the message off the second cute guy. So I'm now questioning the nerdiness of the online thing. Not online dating, which is somewhat different, but using Myspace and Facebook as a way to reach and connect with people you may not have been able to before the Internet. Unless, of course, your carrier pigeons actually did collide mid air, in which case I congratulate you.
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The answer is simple, the Uggs of this world can scratch where it itches, belch loudly when the muse strikes and eliminate obnoxious odoriferous syntaxes with equal abandon while still maintaining their cool over the net. And as a bonus, they don't have to feed and entertain you, just to hear you talk about yourself and ex boyfriends. Ugg hates to be dissed in public on the first awkward date.
Ugg has no real need to waste a dress up, sweats are always cool, shaving and other matters of hygiene are optional and he just knows that after he's dazzled you with his suave jive, and showed you pictures of his pet snake, Mr Johnston, that he'll have a reasonable chance to, uh, bag you. And Ugg can save a bundle of money by avoiding the preliminary dating thing.
With that modicum of hope as a base motivation for action and redress of his person and hygiene issues, Ugg'll upgrade communication with your highness to a telephone exchange of a few grunts with you, the fair object of his passionate lust thruster; which you'll scoff about as you obligingly prostrate yourself spread eagle upon the alter of anywhere convenient to satisfy Ugg's animal needs to continue grunting, scratching and passing gas.
So, it's just a matter of being disconnected from your obvious warmth and ample charms Jessamy, that keeps men like Ugg glued to online porn and video games. It's far easier than being ridiculed and expected to perform like a circus dog for your amusement. and probably much more rewarding as well. Does that help?
Raven