Ugly Side of Social Media

Recently, I have been thinking about the pros and cons of social media, mainly the cons. Social media can be such a tool to bring awareness to certain subjects or to connect people around the world. Take the ALS ice bucket challenge as example, which has taken social media by storm. Over a couple of weeks, the ALS association has received over millions of donations thanks to social media. However, there is an unflattering side to this lovable and addictive tool.

Intimate relationships are no longer a personal matter. They are a public matter. A couple’s relationship can only be official if it’s “Facebook Official.” A couple must always be in constant contact with each other by posting, tweeting, messaging back and forth. Then, if our significant other doesn’t text us back immediately, we start to question why we are not that important to get a response back.

It is amazing how engagements become these immediate headlines. Yes, sharing on social media has become part of our culture. However, I find it nauseating when couples display something so personal and private on social media. It is getting to the point where everything is broadcasted. “I’m X cm dilated!” “Can’t wait to become one flesh with fiancé.”

My best friend told me this the other day, which I believe nails the subject right on the head, “We need to be reminded that a relationship is not about likes but about a life.”

Social media is leading its followers into a narcissistic culture. I know I am guilty of getting that little bit of thrill when I see my phone light up and ding from the other side of a room. I am guilty of judging and dictating whether or not someone has a good relationship due to their posted photos. I’m guilty of looking at my little box on FaceTime rather than looking at the actual person I’m talking to.

Just like everything, there needs to be a happy medium.

What is my solution one may ask? Detox! Remember, generations before us could function with out it. I believe we can do the same. I know it will be difficult. I know I get separation anxiety from my phone just for a couple of hours, whom am I kidding…for a couple of minutes. Let’s challenge ourselves to have break.

Please, have a real conversation with someone! It is good for the soul!

N-

Where Are The Men?

I am finding more and more wussies compared to men. I have found an increase in guys spending more time on their looks and let me say, I find this extremely bothersome. My observations of this is not just from here in the US of A, but also in South Africa. It is absolutely frightening the rate of the emasculation of men around the world. There was a man of love interest a couple years back that spent more time on his hair than I did. I beg your pardon, but I don’t think that how it should be at all. My makeup routine lasts no more than 3 minutes, 5 minutes if I am being fancy.

There is such a push for the gay movement and a desire to push products that come off as very feminine. As an example, I had a classmate telling a tale of his lip-balm. I know lip-balm is generally a neutral product for both sexes. However, it leaves me wondering what in the world is going on. More and more young men are labeled as “metro.” Can society blame that on the feminists? No quite sure.

As well as men not sticking up and being the man. In the words of Steve Harvey, “Men are, by nature, hunters, and women have been put in the position of being the prey.” I know this sounds like women are the little doe that is grazing in the field, but let’s be honest people. If the deer goes straight to the hunter’s lap, what good is that?! I’m not just saying this for romantic relationships. I am talking about this for any kind a relationship with people of the male sex.

Yesterday, I was going over these thoughts when I was driving to school and this song: I’m Still A Guy by Brad Paisley. The song is coming from a male’s perspective and I think it fits just perfectly.

I’m not quite sure if guys realize that girls are not attracted to wussies. So men, please overcome your wussiness!

N-

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