'Cause we are living in a digital world, and I am a digital girl.
I created my Facebook account my sophomore year of college, in 2005. Facebook was fairly new at the time, years away from the bells and whistles it has now. It was really more like a glorified AOL profile that I would remember to check, maybe, once a week.
Let me repeat that: Once a week.
Guys, there is no longer a digital action that I partake in weekly—I barely escape hourly. This is both by choice and requirement. There are the usual addictions like Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr . . . to be honest I don’t really understand Snapchat, but the app is installed on my phone anyway . . . that I should know better than to indulge, but do regardless. But then there are the inescapable ones, like emails, calendar and event notifications, meeting reminders, virtual work training, Skype calls, FaceTime dates, and on and on and on. There are days when I literally go straight from my work computer to my home computer, with the only pause in between serving for the commute. I live in a digital world, a virtual reality. We all do.
And we’re more and more immersed in technology everyday. By now we’ve all seen that video of the robot whose creator has a death wish, and it begs the question, just how much more drastically are our lives going to change? When will the Internet become Skynet? When will our existence shift into an Orwellian universe? When are the Predators coming? Where are the Digimon? When will I get my hoverboard that is actually a damn hoverboard?
And most importantly, when will Siri stop being such a snarky little biotch? Damn, can’t ask that girl anything.
Zara coat and jumpsuit; Tucum seed necklace; J. Crew flower necklace; Converse leather sneakers.