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Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Instaobsessed

So I could bore you with my life since we last saw each other, or I could let you in on the current goings on in my seriously gripping and totally unpredictably crazy wild life. I'll pick.

I've become an Instagram addict(!)

Once a social media portal I viewed as being pretentious and, quite frankly, overly FOMO-encouraging, I've converted. What was once concisely said in the medium of 140-characters on Twitter, is SO much more appealing summed up in a photo. Words are so last year... unless they're #hashtagged.

The point remains though - I'm hooked. I'm insanely obsessively obsessed over PHOTOS of peoples lives. Famous people, not-so-famous people, weird people, wonderful people, fashion people, the lot.

Gone are the days when people got their kicks out of window watching people from Starbucks. Now, anonymously scrolling through seams of photos is obvs the thing to be doing. Is this normal??

Us Instagrammers though can all sympathise with that awkward moment when the finger scrolling turns into an accidental like on a random's photo. Worse, still, it could be someone you know who doesn't know that you know that they have an Instagram account and then, bam, the love heart glows and you've pretty much done the equivalent of finding out where they live and turning up on their doorstep just to let them know you like the filter on their breakfast shot this morning. 

I think it's safe to say that E-etiquette is yet to be perfected in this crazy world we call life. 

I, for one, am considering a digi-detox. Starting from tomorr...soon.

Monday, 11 February 2013

The (sad) pursuit of e-popularity

Oh, social media, you never fail to surprise me.
In my e-lifetime to date I've experienced numerous annoying viral social media born campaigns.

Share this status if you want to get rid of AIDS! 
Like this photo of my ticket and I'll give you £1,000,000 if I win the lottery!  
Urban legends which urge you to re-post this status in the next 4 minutes, or else 28 kittens will get hit by a truck. (The emotive ones always work a treat.)

Just when we thought we'd seen it all... Welcome the 'If I get 1 million likes' phenomenon. 

It's like anything, at first it's quite comical - some shy boy who eats his feelings (and everything else) wants to sleep with the hottie, and she only agreed to it because she never in a million years assumed it'd go viral, and so we click that electronically generated blue thumbs up. Like. We laugh. We laugh at how hysterically excited he will be when he shows her the "evidence". We laugh at the thought of her face when she realises she's sold herself online, both visually and physically. We perhaps share said photo.  
And then what? Unless they actually somehow manage to inform us fellow million likees that they have actually achieved their goal, what do we gain from this situation? Absolutely bugger all. Did he get to travel to England from Japan to buy fish and chips? Did she sleep with him? Did she actually run around the city naked? No idea. And, to be honest, after you've supported them in their quests, do you even remember liking it? Again, probably not.

So what is the deal with this unending desire to be approved of by strangers online? People will do anything online for their taste of fifteen minutes. The wilder, the better. Whether it's seeking re-tweets, likes, LOLs or shares, the world has become obsessed with strangers making their decisions for them. 
And this makes me sad. It's such thoughtless validation, and at some point it's going to end in tears. I can't help but feel that it leaves you with an unsettling thought of a new digital era in which nothing can define us more in life than our extravagant pursuit for internet fame.


Monday, 4 February 2013

I know everything about you (from Facebook)

Facebook has the power to destroy a relationship. Fact. Well, a potential one anyway.
 
The fact that the site actually has a term, 'Facebook stalking', is creepy enough. You're having a chat with someone, you ask what they're up to and you get the response: "Not much really, having a quick Facebook stalk and then I'll get in the bath." 

Silence.

AT LEAST subconsciously, you must be questioning when it became socially okay to declare your prying on strangers profiles publicly.

The worst part by far has got to be when you're in a bar, you look around and see Sally who you technically actually don't know, but you know she's got a boyfriend who she's just celebrated her 12 hour relationship with and she loves going to the cinema on Wednesdays and her mum calls her Sweetiepie Sally. 
You know too much. And you don't know her. That's bad enough as it is...

...Let's just hope you're not one of those who forgets that Sally doesn't actually don't know you, because she hasn't spent hours stalking your virtual life, and you ask "Hey Sal, how was the cinny on Wed?" -- n.b. at this point, she either walks away - which realistically is probably the most desired situation for you - or she, rather awkwardly, asks how on earth you knew she was at the cinema - and for heaven's sake just make out you were there too! No one publicly confesses to this shit!

It's the same when it comes to boys/potential romantic interests (PRIs) though. Too much trawling, and you think you know them before you actually do. At least give him/her a chance to defend themselves against that hideous photo you found! 
I think that right now there's a strong risk of excessive Facebook stalking either:
a) putting off you eventually meeting because there's no desire to 'get to know' them 
or
b) putting you off them altogether - oops.

The fun of meeting people is about starting from scratch and building relationships, but Facebook gives you this weird one up from the start, and it can turn out to be one of the best platforms ...or the shockingly worst.

Saturday, 16 June 2012

Why the internet is destroying our attention spans and love of books

There is something about everyday life that stops me from reading. I'd like to say it's because I'm too busy, but that would be lying. I believe the answer lies in modern technology, notably the internet. I blame it entirely for making me have the attention span of a four year old and not to mention ever too busy, doing quite literally nothing but looking at old friend's Facebook pages, to even attempt the challenge of reading a book. Four hundred pages of my attention, I personally feel, deserves me receiving a medal upon completion. I think it's the brightness of a laptop screen that draws me in, as opposed to me looking at a yellowing page in which the text is fading after years of sitting on a shelf. Maybe a Kindle could solve this, but alas I do not have a Kindle right now.

Is it not sad to know that newspapers are a dying breed? That a newspaper corporation (The Independent) actually had to create a smaller "bite-sized" read for consumers? Maybe I've lost numerous readers already due to the daunting length of all this text. I will I have to admit however, I do prefer the portion size of The I in comparison to lengthy broadsheets. The reason for newspapers and perhaps the old fashioned hobby of reading dying is only because we, as a nation, a global community and a world have become used to receiving small chunks of information at a time. How does this tie in to the internet? I hear you ponder. Here is the thinking: if you're anything like me, the first thing I do when I open up the internet is open up a tab for this blog, a tab for Twitter, a tab for Facebook, a tab for AOL mail and a tab for my university email. It's almost become routine. So, with an initial thought to just check on my blog, I end up automatically opening five tabs, if not more. I instantly multi-task, without necessarily knowing it. I constantly flick tabs, because after looking at my ever expanding wish-list on ASOS, suddenly I want to know the definition for 'insouciant' and then I need to use Wikipedia to verify all the useless bits of information I've discovered. 

So yes, the prospect of reading does indeed seem daunting to some nowadays. I am however proud to declare that I overcame this issue recently and in the past month I have read three-and-a-bit books. (Granted two of those were on holiday, but give me some credit.) I think it's important to take time out of your day, away from your computer, laptop or iPhone, to indulge yourself with a book, or even a magazine if that's all your day can really fit in. Maybe not the I'm-marrying-my-dad-and-my-mum's-my-bridesmaid ones though, because I hate to say it but they are actually just picture books with captions. Buy a content heavy one, and just enjoy an excellent past time. I guarantee you'll feel relaxed and at peace with the world afterwards. Well, maybe not the latter. I never said I was a miracle worker.

Friday, 15 June 2012

"Work hard, be good and get better."

Today has definitely been a good day so far. Polly Vernon, yes POLLY VERNON replied to my tweet to her providing me with this advice "I'll happily give you advice: work very hard, be good and get better. It won't let you down, I promise." TOO excited over this. It's hard to explain. I'll definitely continue working just as hard with the advice she has given me. What a motivator!

Polly Vernon is a big inspiration to me. She is a former deputy editor for the Observer magazine. She is bold, brave and fearless in her writing techniques. She dares to say she doesn't want kids, she dares to talk about enjoying being thin and I think she is an inspiration to anyone who enjoys literature. She is the editor-at-large for Grazia and I'm sure, if like me you love Grazia, you'll have read countless articles in the magazine by her. I anticipate my weekly dose for her 'Don't get her started...' articles. They are thought provoking, opinionated and humourous. What more could you want?

Here is the beloved tweet(!):

Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Love knows no boundaries!


Imagine if your celebrity crush finally noticed your insistent tweets to them, saw how beautiful or handsome you were in your profile photo, responded to you and you both fell in love and lived happily ever after. 

Sadly this is in fact a very, very, idealistic situation and, unless I am informed otherwise, to my knowledge this has not ever happened.  Why? Because “status” gets in the way. This idea came to me after reading about how crazy cool and so-far-from-normal Rita Ora’s life has become in the past three months ever since she was noticed by one of Jay-Z’s reps. She’s been partying in Cannes, she’s chums with Beyonce and is dating Rob Kardashian. All I can say is, lucky her. I wonder if Rob would have noticed her if it weren’t for her propelled celebrity status? Probably not.

I suppose the notion I am getting at here in a roundabout way is that everyone says there’s a soul mate somewhere in the world for everyone. So isn’t it weird to think how some people may never actually meet the love of their lives, just because money and status gets in the way? But, like everything in life, who knows, fate may just bring people together one way or another...

Thursday, 17 May 2012

Real Housewives: A dramatic success


Like it, loathe it, or perhaps you are yet to hear of it but The Real Housewives docusoap reality series created by Bravo TV has become a franchise in its own rights. What started as a “one and done” season focusing on Orange County took off with huge popularity and 6 years on the show has now followed women in New York, New Jersey, Beverly Hills, Atlanta, Miami and Vancouver. The series follows affluent housewives and professional women in America and their luxurious lifestyle and social circles.

Figures estimate the franchise is worth a jaw-dropping half a billion dollars, so what was it that made the shows so popular? Primarily, with it being a reality series, the drama itself is often the main character of the show. It follows them everywhere, and situations which demand classiness often turn into a bitter slanging match between two or more ladies. The divide between Vicki and Tamra against the other women in Orange County set the bar for the other seasons to follow. Let’s not forget that the focal point of the show is to follow attractive wealthy people and to provide insight into how they live. For the rest of the world it’s a case of seeing how the other side live. Life sure does seem exciting when you’ve got money to flash. It’s a personality driven show, and with characters as strong as Vicki Gunvalson’s (OC) and Jill Zarin (NY) it makes for explosive situations. The cast have been described as “combustible characters” which fuel drama and addictive viewing.

The success of the franchise lies not only in the shows themselves but the products that have launched off the back of the shows. Book deals, recording contracts, wine ranges and jewellery lines are to name but some of the products that have been released. Social media has also played an important role in the success of the franchise. People are riveted by their on-screen and off-screen lives and viewers can follow them on Twitter, in magazine interviews and on personal website pages.

Real Housewives shook the reality world up in America and proved just how successful a one-hit-wonder idea can evolve into something worth serious money.

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

We're all the same, regardless of if we're Made in Chelsea, Hackney, or anywhere for that matter...


It would seem only a matter of days since I wrote about Made in Chelsea and trolling the cast online. And then on my commute home yesterday I read an article entitled Talking capitalism, without the usual whiff of self-interest in The Evening Standard (15/05/2012). The article provided a metaphor of the American economy which described it as “a large apartment block. Once envied, now it has penthouses on the top and cramped flats half-way up. The bottom of the block has flooded. Worst of all, the elevator has broken.” This metaphor however bears a striking similarity to the British economy as of late. Cuts are hitting the poorer class more than ever, and with figures of unemployment rising on a near daily basis there seems to be a thicker divide than ever before between the rich and poor. Resentment of the wealthy escaping taxes is brewing.

How, you may be asking yourselves at this point, does this link to my first sentence speaking of Made in Chelsea? Well, here it is. MIC has been widely criticised since day one for portraying a vacuous, overly-indulged wealthy lifestyle that provides little to no role models for viewers to aspire to be like. Give them the benefit of the doubt though, three series on and the cast are personable characters. Well, most of them. Reality shows being formulaic have set character roles. Unfortunately for the cast, but entertaining for the viewers, it includes the mean girls. Those considered to be under this title in Made in Chelsea are gossiper and meddler Rosie Fortescue and acid-tongue Victoria Baker-Harber. So after Monday night’s episode (14/05) I was entertained, but shocked nonetheless to see VBH show her true elitist colours to Professor Green in a very public Twitter war. Professor Green, quite rightly sticking up for his real-life girlfriend Millie Macintosh tweeted during the show after Victoria suggested she would throw something at her or slap Millie if she walked back in the room “Did I just see a horse say it'd slap Millie?”. Several tweets later and VBH responded by "I'm so offended by your eloquent manner. Sorry, do you need a dictionary for that?” to which Professor Green replied "Of course being of the underclass I'd need a dictionary to understand a word which does not in any way apply to you." So she could have left it there, a little jibe at him and it would have been forgotten in two days time. But she didn’t stop there, oh no. She then added to that tweet “I’m surprised you know what a horse looks like @professorgreen Not many of those roaming the Hackney estates darling!” One fan who was clearly shocked and disgusted commented on the Tweet branding her “classist and racist”, to which she finally backed down and apologised.

Having seen this Twitter war, as interesting and gripping as it was, it’s probably only reinforced to many of the nation how out of touch this Chelsea girl really is with the rest of the world. She was born into a wealthy family; she hasn’t earned that title or wealth herself. To draw back to The Standard's metaphor, it appears to be it's not only an elevator we are lacking in society, it's respect and decency towards one another regardless of background or class. There’s nothing more annoying than people who walk around with a sense of self-entitlement when they’re yet to prove their worth to the world.

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Monday, 14 May 2012

Friends today, gone tomorrow

Has it ever dawned on you how easy it is to delete friendships nowadays? You can thank the likes of Facebook for that. Facebook has re-shaped the way we communicate with one another, the way we present ourselves and the meaning of friendship. Once upon a time (way before my day) people would walk to school together, they would write letters and make pretty little intricate friendship bracelets for each other to signify being best friends forever. Oh, how times have changed. Nowadays friendship bracelets are bought online and delivered direct to the friend's address. I guess it's the thought that counts. Writing letters? Why bother spending all that time when you can write in watered down English aka. txt lnguage. Walking to school... whilst... talking to your friends? Nonsense. Pass me the iPod please. Communication just isn't what it used to be, and that's a frightening concept. Children are so engrossed with the internet and games consoles that virtual friends can in fact take the place of real life human friendships. 

So where does Facebook come into this? Facebook and other social networking sites have made it ever so simple and easy to unfriend and block people. I'm partial to trimming my friends list down, I won't lie. The way I see it it's like having the world looking at your own personal photo albums, birthday cards and conversations all at once. You wouldn't let a stranger do it, would you? 

Handy tip: Twitter suggests to me that right now to be 'in vogue' it's better to have more followers than the number you follow. Because that means you're too cool to bother with this friendship malarchy, right?

Saturday, 12 May 2012

It's Made in Chelsea, not Real in Chelsea


In 1992, reality TV was a novelty. In 2000, it was a fad. In 2010, it's a way of life. What better way to describe reality TV then with Time Magazine’s perfectly worded summary. Welcome to 2012. We are a nation, a world even, consumed with reality TV. From The X Factor to The Only Way is Essex to one of our most recent additions, Made in Chelsea, reality TV has become as commonplace on our TV screens as the news every evening at 6pm sharp. This genre is so fascinating because it has changed the way viewers relate to and interact with the cast of the shows. Yet at the same time this interaction is becomingly dangerously one-sided, with – guess who – the viewers. So what is it about reality TV that has the power to drag us back to the screens even though we may not even like the show itself? Well for starters we humans are natural voyeurs; we are so very curious about these characters and every little detail about their lives. And it’s only become easier to ‘stalk’ the cast with the use of Twitter and other social networking sites. Let’s not be irrational here though, it’s fine to follow them and to talk to them because that’s what they want you to do – to follow, engage and become loyal to their brands. The issue arises when, for example, after Monday’s (07/05) episode of MIC fans loyal to Jamie Laing took to Twitter in their masses to send messages of hate and even death threats to Louise thompson and Spencer Matthews. These problematic and unhealthy relationships on the side of the fans develop primarily due to reality TV having blurred the lines between reality and fiction so deeply. Whilst being hilariously entertaining, these shows distort fact and fiction. If you hadn’t already have guessed it, all forms of reality TV are in fact heavily scripted. Have you ever considered how boring it would be if someone filmed you and your everyday life? These people don’t just consistently ‘randomly’ bump into each other on the streets with a camera by their side; they are set up in such a way to put characters together in uncomfortable situations. But boy does it make for addictive viewing. The point I hope I’ve got at here is that next time you watch these programmes and see X kissing Z when she was supposed to be with Y, just remember – she’s probably with F in real life who has nothing to do with that show. Casts of reality TV shows are real people, they are however effectively actors in the shows.

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Who am I?

It is Wednesday 9th May 2012 and today is the day I decided to start this blog. My name is Lauren Hubbard, people call me Lauren. I hope you're ready to read my stream of consciousness.

Introductions first, I am a first year Philosophy student at the University of Kent with a keen interest in business, literature (the books and magazine kind) and popular culture. I'm inquisitive and very focused on goals in my life. I think it's important to have short to long term goals to achieve for success, in my opinion, is best tasted personally.
 
In my upcoming posts I will discuss thought-provoking articles of interest and uses of social media to analyse what I like/dislike about campaigns, adverts, business decisions and so on. I hope to mix the hyper-analytical skills Philosophy encourages with my own ideas and opinions to come up with personal takes on the discussed content.