Friday, April 13, 2012

On Facebook. An Article from the Atlantic.

While this article is not about college students, it is about a phenomenon that does take up much of my students' time. And while this is not my usual mode for a post, I couldn't help but wonder how this Atlantic article reveals information about the current generation.

I include some flava below, and a link to the full piece.

Is Facebook Making Us Lonely?

Social media—from Facebook to Twitter—have made us more densely networked than ever. Yet for all this connectivity, new research suggests that we have never been lonelier (or more narcissistic)—and that this loneliness is making us mentally and physically ill. A report on what the epidemic of loneliness is doing to our souls and our society.

By STEPHEN MARCHE
Phillip Toledano

YVETTE VICKERS, A FORMER Playboy playmate and B-movie star, best known for her role inAttack of the 50 Foot Woman, would have been 83 last August, but nobody knows exactly how old she was when she died. According to the Los Angeles coroner’s report, she lay dead for the better part of a year before a neighbor and fellow actress, a woman named Susan Savage, noticed cobwebs and yellowing letters in her mailbox, reached through a broken window to unlock the door, and pushed her way through the piles of junk mail and mounds of clothing that barricaded the house. Upstairs, she found Vickers’s body, mummified, near a heater that was still running. Her computer was on too, its glow permeating the empty space.

The Los Angeles Times posted a story headlined “Mummified Body of Former Playboy Playmate Yvette Vickers Found in Her Benedict Canyon Home,” which quickly went viral. Within two weeks, by Technorati’s count, Vickers’s lonesome death was already the subject of 16,057 Facebook posts and 881 tweets. She had long been a horror-movie icon, a symbol of Hollywood’s capacity to exploit our most basic fears in the silliest ways; now she was an icon of a new and different kind of horror: our growing fear of loneliness. Certainly she received much more attention in death than she did in the final years of her life. With no children, no religious group, and no immediate social circle of any kind, she had begun, as an elderly woman, to look elsewhere for companionship. Savage later told Los Angeles magazine that she had searched Vickers’s phone bills for clues about the life that led to such an end. In the months before her grotesque death, Vickers had made calls not to friends or family but to distant fans who had found her through fan conventions and Internet sites.

The rest of the article.

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    1. Well, it starts with a story that's positively horrifying. RIP Yvette Vickers: I hope she's remembered as young and beautiful.

      It hits a little too close to home, particularly as a post to an electronic forum for college professors, an audience more antisocial than many. If I were to die of heart trouble by my computer screen, I trust I wouldn't lie there for a year, though. Once I missed classes on Monday, one of my colleagues would find me in my office. At the very latest, the janitor who takes out my trash at 6 p.m. would. He might think I was asleep, but he'd probably wonder why I hadn't moved by Friday.

      More to the point, don't you remember your mother repeatedly telling you to go outside and play? Neil Postman warned in 1985 that we were "Amusing Ourselves to Death" with television. With the galaxy of electronics we have now, how can this possibly not be much worse?

      I'm suddenly reminded of a sketch from Monty Python's Flying Circus, where John Cleese tells Graham Chapman, "...the whole thing's a bit silly." Chapman replies, "Silly! SILLY! (pauses and thinks) Silly! I suppose it is, a bit. What have we been doing wasting our lives with all this nonsense. Right, okay, meeting adjourned forever."

      And good heavens, it's 9:30 p.m. on a Saturday night...

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