In yet another article bemoaning the lack of discretion on the internet, the Times of London points out that it's not just the kids who are embarrassing themselves with sexy texts and Facebook confessionals, as adults are just as guilty.
The article focuses on men and women in their 20s and 30s, who seemingly can't do anything without broadcasting it to the rest of the world. In one particularly horrifying paragraph, a woman named Polly describes how a man she'd just slept with "raced over to his laptop – I assumed to work. Next morning I found he had, in fact, being typing the exclamation, ‘Aaaaahhhhh', on his profile. His friends, aware of the meaning, replied with cheer and misogynistic repartee. No detail was spared. It still makes me feel ill."
Oversharers on Facebook have been mercilessly mocked on various blogs such as STFUParents, STFUMarrieds, and Lamebook, all of which zero in on the worst of the worst, posting cringe-worthy status updates from users who feel it's a-ok to describe their pooping habits, sex lives, STDs, and super-duper lovey dovey goo-goo talk with the rest of their social network. Granted, the content on these blogs is user-generated, meaning that people are sending in screenshots of their "friends" and laughing along with the rest of us. It's funny, but it's also exhausting. There are times when I read Lamebook and think, "Why are you still friends with this person? Delete! Block! Delete!"
I suspect, however, that many people enjoy having an oversharer in their lives, both online and off, as it allows for two things: one, mockery/bonding with others at the oversharer's expense ("Oh my god, did you see that insane fight between Sean and Marissa?") and a behavior check that makes us realize how stupid/annoying people seem when they forget that there are certain boundaries that should be followed both online and off. It's easy to get caught up in the overshare festival that is the internet (and we have all done it and will continue to do it, I'm sure) but hearing horror stories such as Polly's and reading blogs that point out the worst kinds of overshare are a reminder to us all that just because you can share your entire life with the world, it doesn't mean you should.
I doubt people are going to stop sharing the most intimate details of their lives on the internet anytime soon; if anything I suspect it's only going to get worse. But perhaps I'm wrong, and eventually the novelty of knowing exactly what your "friends" and neighbors (and celebrities, for that matter) are thinking and doing at all times will wear off. And, I suppose, if you really want an element of mystery back in your life, you can just start blocking people who won't stop giving you the play-by-play of their everyday lives. It's great that you're 28 and can poop 8 times a day, random Allan from elementary school, but I'd rather keep you in the back of my mind as the kid who ate half a jar of paste and received a standing ovation from our second grade classroom. You can keep on pooping and posting, but I think I'd rather stick with the memories.
Generation Reveal: There's Nothing They Won't Post Online [TimesOnline]