“Posting a nasty comment about a girl who jilted him”, Facebook, the movie (25th edit, usual)
Manuel “Boy” Mejorada (see comments box, has a real blogsite identified there)
“Some people simply have loose screws in their heads. But I agree that “low esteem” is a big factor. These individuals feel insecure and they want to assert a sense of power by hitting others through the social media. In a sense, the movie “Social Media” reveals this dark side of FaceBook creator Mark Zuckerberg. He posted a nasty comment about a girl who jilted him in the early version of what later evolved into FaceBook.
“I’m not a psych (major), by the way. It’s just my take on the issue.”
Thanks for writing! I didn’t see the movie, maybe i should. So… the movie makes a statement that: in the beginning, the initial motivation of the designer/ owner of Facebook in using the social media was…to be able to “post something nasty” or malign a former friend, or an acquaintance, or, in this case, someone he had a personal relationship with or… to be able to get even for feeling “inferior”…
[the internationally “famous” example “the wine sucks” by the President’s speechwriter (Mai Mislang) at the Vietnamese state dinner or her “walang pogi dito” (“there are no handsome men here (among the Vietnamese people)” are “famous” tweets. ]
Of course, there are a lot of benefits like hearing from friends you haven’t seen or heard from for a long time. A long time ago, i asked my students why they were spending hours and hours in their social network accounts (this was after i found out the real reason they weren’t reading the cases assigned to them), and most of them, or, they said in a chorus “Ma’am, para ma-monitor namin ang mga crush namin…” (“Ma’am, so we could monitor our crushes”) And i said, if you like them, call them up and ask them out so you’re not spending ten or twelve hours on the net, and they said, ma’am they already have a boyfriend/ girlfriend, and i said then call up other people, and they said but we still like to monitor them! …can’t argue with that, it’s a compulsion; they must be monitoring a lot of people if it’s hours and hours. Their crushes, their crushes’ girlfriend/ boyfriend, their crushes’ girlfriend’s/ boyfriend’s friends and buddies, schoolmates, their crushes’ cousins, brothers, aunties, uncles — madami nga yon — that’s why it’s ten hours. Someone should do a study on this — the “monitoring work” that they feel they have to do…
[oh, wait a minute — what about me — i spend hours editing my own work… 29 times, or a dozen. or more. is that a compulsion, maybe not any better than other people’s compulsions? (those who had linked my blog know that: i think it shows up in their emailbox, i edit a dozen times, or 34 times, until i cannot edit anything anymore), because that’s how i’d been trained. or maybe it’s also a compulsion, i’m harsher on my own work. i edit other people’s work but just in my head. i edit small announcements on the bulletin board — or candy wrappers. Or shoe boxes. i even edit people’s letters to me although with enough courtesy not to tell them. let’s ask the psych majors — maybe it’s a compulsion! at least, it’s part of a discipline/ profession, and when you edit for others, you get paid for it! it’s like those lawyers who feel they are compelled to give a legal opinion… even when they’re in the elevator. maybe it’s a compulsion. Or people who keep arranging their shoes. Or… people who had to face security problems in the past, have a way of parking or driving, or background-checking first the people who are asking for their numbers, even long after those security problems have ceased. Friends also noticed i put alcohol on objects around me (Greencross alcologne, lemon astringent when i run out of alcohol) — maybe we all have our compulsions.
But…we’re talking about: real harm –maligning acquaintances on a worldwide platform because you’ve been “jilted” or, to fill your emptiness (or, harming yourself when you’re not reading your assignment anymore!)
Nowadays, nobody asks anymore, why do you spend seven hours facebooking when your sinaing is already nasusunog! (roughly translated: can’t you smell the food you’re cooking is already burning while you’re facebooking)
It can be harmless. but as an outlet for one’s neuroses such as “getting even” with an acquaintance (and it doesn’t involve consumer issues or public utilities, etc, those are areas of public concern, it is your duty to blog about them, a civic duty), or as “therapy” (although they are unaware of it) one should ask the experts if it’s a good way of working out the issues plaguing your psyche (i’m not a psych major either, i’m just blabbering. Someone might want to do an empirical study on this — those who use the internet to “get even” with acquaintances, and it doesn’t involve consumer issues or government employees, or crime, or violation of ordinance, or media organizations/ issues, etc. but personal relationships). But when it harms others (others: acquaintances who have no idea that because of a person’s low self-esteem the poor thing hates them to the core of his/her being), it’s another matter; not good also if your sinaing is already nasusunog (metaphor from a pre-rice cooker age).
By the way, as our psych friends would put it: We try not to use the word “crazy” anymore (or “loose screws”). it’s “politically incorrect”. We just say bi-polar disorder or neurosis…
[ bi-polar disorder / neurosis — pag mayaman! (“bi-polar disorder” or “neurosis”– if they’re wealthy) as one gag show puts it, and the vernacular — if they’re “poor”…]
Or …you just wish these people would have any kind of wit so that at least they would be a delight to read, even in their inanities.
“i guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem
That time that you made it with the whole hockey team
You used to think that I was nice
Now you tell all your friends that I’m the Antichrist
“Oh, why did you disconnect the brakes on my car?
That kind of thing is hard to ignore
Got a funny feeling you don’t love me anymore
“I knew that we were having problems when
You put those piranhas in my bathtub again
You’re still the light of my life
Oh darling, I’m beggin’, won’t you put down that knife?
“You know I, even think it’s kinda cute the way
You poison my coffee just a little each day
I still remember the way that you laughed
When you pushed me down the elevator shaft
“Oh, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s this poisonous cobra
Doing in my underwear drawer?
Sometimes I get to thinking you don’t love me anymore
“You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill
“Now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will
You set my house on fire
You pulled out my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers
“Oh, you think I’m ugly and you say I’m cheap
You shaved off my eyebrows while I was asleep
You drilled a hole in my head
Then you dumped me in a drainage ditch and left me for dead
“Oh, you know this really isn’t like you at all
You never acted this way before
Honey, something tells me you don’t love me anymore, oh no no
Got a funny feeling you don’t love me anymore”
“- you don’t love me anymore” by “Weird Al” Yankovic, a one-hit wonder of a pre-social- media age
and that’s our new media discussion today — Happy weekend, everyone!