Asian Girls

This morning in the elevator at work a white guy squinted at me for 10 seconds, then asked,

"Bonnie, right?"

Bonnie is a small asian girl in my organization. She wears glasses and has completely different hair and clothes. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and said my actual name very politely. He guffaws and says,

"Geez you must get that a lot, huh? You guys could past for twins. MAN! laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh."

Flashback to a year ago, when I sat in a conference room at work and two white girls loudly whispered across the table to each about how much I looked like the asian girl sitting next to me.

"Omg they have the same last name... are they sisters?"

YES, moron. My sister and I both happened to start work in the same company. She's also like 5 shades darker than me. Oh! And she DOESN'T LOOK LIKE ME!

I am now suppressing an urge to growl and glare menacingly at the guy. He's still laughing.

"A yuk, a yuk.. so does anyone else ever call you by the wrong name?"

"Oh yes. They call me Ada all the time too. She's the other asian girl. HAhahahha. Isn't that funny?? All Asian people look the same!"

The guy whole heartedly agrees, keeps laughing and we both walk out of the elevator.

I walk all the way to my desk with a look of utter disgust and disbelief. I don't even know what to say to these types of people. I couldn't even be angry, because he genuinely thought it was funny in a non mean way.

What a fucktard.

AIM

I can't download AIM on my work laptop, which is all I ever use anymore. I've tried half a dozen times with a billion different old versions. Freaking Vista keeps blocking everything.

Facebook

Why did I go back to blog after a year on Xanga? I don't know. Aside from the fact I haven't blogged in either for over a year, this one just suits me more, I guess. I went to Xanga because everyone else was on it (of course) and it was easier for people to comment. But now everyone is on Facebook and to me that new fangled contraption is even less personal than Xanga.

The evolution from Blog (purely about you, for you, with occasional comments) to Xanga (mostly about you, for you, but links you to friends and comments and other xangas) to Facebook (a fucking orgy of 'friends' and connections and while now highly customizable, is not something I will be able to look back at in 10 years and remember anything worth remembering at all.) So to me, it's not worth it.

Warning: If you absolutely Loooove facebook and/or get offended easily, 1) stop reading 2)you must not know me well enough, so stop reading.

I hate Facebook. Ok, I don't hate it, but I don't like what it's become and am rarely motivated to participate. So FYI, I have NOT disappeared off the face off the earth. I just left Facebook, ok? Geez. Facebook is not the world. Get a grip, people.

Sure, I love posting pictures, and commenting on them - but that's personal. Pictures are memories and blogs are memories and both you can keep and cherish later on. But a 5 second "Happy birthday" message? Eh. It's really nice, but not really worth it. Do you really notice or keep track of who says 'Happy Birthday' to you on facebook? Do you even remember the so called 'sentiment' 5 minutes later after your "LOOK! I'm so POPular!!" glow fades?

Not to burst your bubble, but the people who always say Happy Birthday to all 495 friends does NOT mean they think of you the most, but that they're on Facebook the most. It doesn't mean they're not nice or thoughtful wonderul people, either, but it doesn't necessarily mean they love you, ok?

Sure, you can argue "geez well at least I make the effort". Well BULLY for you. I'm just saying whether you do or don't doesn't amount to much either way, so I quit doing it.

I'm alost old fashioned. I don't like how messy Facebook profiles are nowadays. Who the hell can keep up? Talk about sensory overload. Gifts and music and drawings, Oh mY!

I like that you can always contact someone from middle school if you wanted; that's a nice feeling - to know that when you want to catch up, you just find them of Facebook. That's cool. Your favorite movies? I get it. Favorite quotes? Interesting.

But I don't need to know your 10 political affiliations or your secret fetishes or whether you're currently single or are totally up for any nooky you can get. If I was your friend, I'd know that shit. No one else needs to know. TMI! TMI!

And the whole stupid phenomenon of "OMG she took down 'in a relationship' from her profile!! Did they break up? OMG!" What, the world doesn't gossip enough already? If you're breaking up with your 'true love', you want people who don't even really give a crap about you Facebook messaging you to ask you what's going on?? Seriously, does your ego REALLY need the massage?

Ok. Sorry I don't know why I'm hating on Facebook. It has a lot of merits. It's just too busy and modern for this old lady to handle. Maybe I'm old and now I just want to retreat from the world where everyone has 5 million friends and revert back to my old elitist hierarchy of Brahmins and Untouchables.

You know which one you are.

wow

Wow it's been a year and a half. I didn't even remember how to sign into this account anymore. The email I used to set it up and retrieve my password was also gone. I had to email support to ask them to let me back in. Now that I have, I probably won't be very diligent about posting anyways. We'll see.