Formspring.Me..... WTF?!
Formspring.me is the new big thing on Facebook. Don't know what it is? I was going to cut and paste and explanation from Wikipedia, but that doesn't even say what it is. Only that kids love it. Essentially, it's a way to anonymously ask people questions. They can choose to answer it or not. Like Chat Roulette, a fun and innocent idea that is easily corruptible.
You see, people are using this opportunity to ask mean and down right grotesque things. There are brave souls let the questions through and answer them. Most people just decline the comment and go eat a gallon of Ben & Jerrys with all the lights off. I have seen the questions range from "wow you are so pretty, how do you do it?!" to "I heard you like to be tied down and fed #$%## while you're engaging in #$%$%, with #%%&@ and then using it to go strawberry picking. And all questions in between.
Why do people do this? They think they are a celebrity that's why. The same three people ask the questions. Your best friend, the loser that has a crush on you, and your arch rival. (Don't think your best friend isn't throwing a few degrading questions in there either). I know people become celebrities for nothing these days, but you at least need a crappy reality show on E! for that. You are not a celeb. People don't care what your favorite color is or why you have to keep your peas separated from your steak. We get it. You have confidence issues and answering questions makes you feel important. To be honest though, I don't feel bad when people ask you awful things on it. Formspring is a joke of epic proportions.
On a side note, I know I have addressed the issue of us not knowing how to communicate anymore. How kids today don't even know how to ask a girl out because they are used to the texting and the god awful smiley faces. But to those that hate the person on Formspring.Me, feel free to ask the gross questions, but sign off on it. Let them know who it is accusing them of taking a stuffed deer head and pouring #$&@ all over it then dressing it up like a #%#@@! and caressing it's @$#@#. At least this way, the rest of us can enjoy the fist fight at lunch the next day.
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