It's the definition of irony that a culture unfamiliar with the term "camera-shy", and defined by unabashed self-disclosure online still expects some degree of anonymity. You know that Facebook picture of you and all of your drunk, white fratboy friends, throwing up the gangsta scissors? Lame. But people were freaking out over the story that Facebook would own that played-out nonsense.
It turns out the indignation was premature. Facebook clarified their policy, meaning that it's your call whether the visual chronicle of your douchebag exploits will stay firmly within your grasp or not. I suspect the latter is the safer bet.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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They talked about his on Q101 today. Hey, if you post things on the internet you are gonna find someone who can send it around. Oh well...think before you post.
It's good that they clarified their terms but, there is more than Facebook out there.
Poop on you. You are too full of yourself for your own good. Get over yourself.
Don't poop on Alan. He's not full enough of himself - the man is a HOT SEXY GENIUS. And he can write. So poop on you, ya jealous bitch.
I agree with Anonymous. Alan is an egomaniac Dennis Miller wanna be.
Wow. Who knew I was so unpopular with the "anonymous" crowd? Sweet.
Gee... more antagonistic wit. How original. I just can't get enough.
Who the hell did you piss off so bad?
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