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Time to Pretend
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Time to Pretend Time to Pretend whatsamattau in a moment of self doubt, quoted from the lyrics of 'Time to Pretend' (see below) in his post, [post 2936779]. Firstly, I must thank whatsamattau, in this instance, and all the other bloggers who use musical references for continuing to broaden the scope of my musical tastes. In considering a lyrical reply to the post, I immediately thought of Billy Joel's, 'The Stranger'. My thoughts then turned to the nature of this place, Blog Land. Perhaps it is here, more so than anywhere else, that people remove the masks that they wear and show their true selves in the comfortable safety of relative anonymity. While this is undeniably an adult sex site and sex is never far removed from discussion, it is surprising the extent to which it is subordinate to the diversity of material and subjects that are the ambit of bloggers. There is psychology, philosophy, literature, wit, poetry ... I see a certain irony in it being here that this unfettered exchange of minds occurs and not a coffee house in Greenwich Village (or the like). It is also interesting to observe that we are not a fraternity of young Turks.  I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life. I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars. You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars. This is our decision to live fast and die young. We've got the vision, now let's have some fun. Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do? Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute? Forget about our mothers and our friends. We're fated to pretend. To pretend We're fated to pretend. To pretend I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms. I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world. I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my and my home. Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone. But there is really nothing, nothing we can do. Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew. The models will have , we'll get a divorce, we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course. We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end. We were fated to pretend. To pretend We're fated to pretend To pretend I said Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah (MGMT, 'Time to pretend'  The following is a comment placed with the clip on You Tube This song basically describes how fucked up our generation is... Perhaps this is not the place where we remove our masks but where we done the mask which is most comfortable? 
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My thoughts then turned to the nature of this place, Blog Land. Perhaps it is here, more so than anywhere else, that people remove the masks that they wear and show their true selves in the comfortable safety of relative anonymity. I spend a lot of my time studying how we form connections online. That statement is true (sometimes) and potentially dangerous. We certainly reveal more on here than we do on our profiles but the key is that we only reveal selected pieces of our life and then it's filtered through the way we choose to portray ourselves. I tend to believe whatever anyone posts here as truth; you could drive yourself crazy wondering about the veracity of every jot and tittle posted if you chose to. But, that being said, I take it with a grain of salt. If I were to find out tomorrow that you were a pimply 16 year old kid behind this profile, I wouldn't be surprised ("On the Internet no one knows your a dog") This is where is becomes a bit scary for me as a social scientist. I see the people who becomes emotionally invested in pixels on a screen without any wariness or caution. There's actually a social science phenomenon that addresses this. Perhaps this is not the place where we remove our masks but where we done the mask which is most comfortable? Yeah, this is a lot more like it. A long time ago I made the iron clad promise that I would never use a community I was a part of or research purposes. I value the mutual trust and respect more than a paper I might right (and there are plenty of other online groups out there). However, you've got to admit that this site is goldmine. (and also the subject of a lot more research than people probably realize.
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