So, Day 2 of No-Social-Media. I feel a little isolated. Yesterday at work, I did miss the distraction of my “coffee break”- cruising my Facebook feed. A coworker offered to share some social media news, but couldn’t think of anything that interesting enough to re-share. I did accidentally log into Facebook, following a link from a coworker. It’s hard to go off social media when your job is making Facebook apps, which I still do as a test user with only about 10 friends. I did manage to get more little tasks and chores done around the house than normally would have time for- time freed up from Words With Friends, perhaps. I think – and this is really preliminary – that I’m used to battling with distraction all the time, so now that I’m freed from that, I’m noticing just how distracted I usually am. I think this will die down in a day or so, like when you’re on vacation and learn how to relax.

I do remember 2006, and I think at that time I was really into Bloglines, a blog reader. I started actively looking for some interesting sites to read- Huffington Post, Slate, Jezebel. I found an interesting internet drama this old school way, the backlash against Zooey Deschanel. I’m not not-a-fan, but I’m also not a fan. I feel like this article just sings stuff I’ve been thinking lately:

There’s so much ukulele playing now, it’s deafening. So much cotton candy, so many bunny rabbits and whoopie pies and craft fairs and kitten emphera, and grown women wearing converse sneakers with mini skirts. So many fucking birds.

Awesome. Sure, I, for one, occasionally sport the little glass ball rubber bands pigtail holders. I also will never do the big eye thing. I call it the MySpace photo pose, but I have to say Zooey has it in spades. I will also never bring cupcakes to an… oops did that. It was, for a long time my top ranking flickr photo, too. We turned it into a “how to shoot food” impromptu lesson at KodakGallery back in the day. Still, twee has its place, and it’s gone over the top lately. this is a basic Feminism 101 lesson of – men fear women’s sexuality. Ta-da. It’s there. Being the headgear wearing Katy-Perry 11 year old is a lot less intimidating than mature knows-what-she-wants Kathleen Turner in Body Heat. Excellent quote from the blog:

Because the larger issue is that it is a lot easier for men —or even guys or bros—to demean us, if we’re girls. It’s much harder to bring down a woman, or to call her a moron, when she’s not in pigtails and Ring Pops. Not that his idea of you should influence your style, or your sense of self-worth. But I feel like in a way, it already sort of has?