Sims and Second Life Deeper than Online Dating
sez this adorable geek , as she looks back at her nerve profile from seven years ago. She comes down on the side of Follow what you love out into the world, and meet people that way, as do I. Sounds like I had better nerve dates than she did, but like her, the overall memory is of shiny surfaces: being dressed up, drinking glasses of wine in pretty bars, having reasonably interesting conversation with people I’m otherwise unconnected to. It ends up flatter than other strata of life.
I love that her deeper connections are with avatars in 3-D virtual worlds. She’s so cool; above the human fray, practically transhuman (aka posthuman).
Then there’s postmodernhumanism, which is like, no one can define it but everyone keeps recognizing it, as in the case of this guy:
“I know it’s a weird thing to do, but to be honest maggots only eat dead flesh, and as the penis is living they do no harm. It’s like a woman ticking all around the head and penis in a hundred places at once. I usually leave them on for two or three hours.”
Oh. My. God. I don’t mean to offend any of the maggotphiles out there, but, Kenneth, you’ve managed to gross ME out, which is not so easy.