I haven’t blogged here in forever, but this great article has inspired me!

Linked from boingboing.net,
a wonderful blog that I try to view at least weekly, this story couches the social networking sites and their cousins as a generational gap akin to when rock and roll took over our country 50 years ago. The article is lengthy, it shows both sides of the new privacy (or lack thereof) but it is also clear, and I, for one, am totally convinced.

This quote really sums it up for me:

Whenever young people are allowed to indulge in something old people are not allowed to, it makes us bitter. What did we have? The mall and the parking lot of the 7-Eleven? It sucked to grow up when we did! And we’re mad about it now.” People are always eager to believe that their behavior is a matter of morality, not chronology, Shirky argues. “You didn’t behave like that because nobody gave you the option.”

What did you do when you were a teen that was like what teens do on Facebook? Did you have pen pals that you gave your home address to? The horror! Did you meet strangers at the mall and give them your home phone number? The horror! How is this different, other than the technology used to make the connection?

Take a minute to read and share – I think you’ll at the very least have food for thought.

One Thought on “New York magazine article about the new privacy

  1. Fascinating.

    I was at LAX Sunday afternoon, surrounded by sorority girls from PA, outiffited uniforms black stretch leggings, little white cardigans, and Ugg boots, sipping their Starbucks and giggling over spring break shopping, partying, and tanning.

    “How old are you?” one asked her friend. “19, right? I’m 19, but I keep forgetting, when people ask how old I am, I’m like, 18! Next year I’ll be 20. Oh my god, that’s like, SO OLD.”

    I didn’t know whether to laugh or cringe. I confess to a moment of envy. Bitterness? Maybe a little. *I* For a second, I wanted to be a carefree size 4 concerned only about a chem test or what my dad will say when he gets the bill from my shopping expedition on Melrose. But bills and deadlines are my OWN biggest worries at the moment–only difference is, I wasn’t sharing those concerns with lines A, B & C at gate 1.

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