Thoughts on Facebook.

The adverts on my Facebook profile often ask me whether I have ever met Zac Efron, this is more than a bit bizarre seeing as I not only dislike Zac Efron, but I have also never met him. I realise this is quite an obvious fact, for if I had indeed been graced by the presence of Mr Troy (ooo I feel a Classics reference coming along...*crush it, crush it, crush it* *crushed*) I'm sure I would have let people know. Anyhoodle, back to Facebook. A month ago they were constantly bombarding me with your typical 'singles adverts' - 'Would you like a boyfriend for Christmas?' 'Hot singles' 'Festive Fun' and so on. It seemed that Facebook was attempting to rescue me from the derogatory female title of 'Old Maid' or 'Crazy Cat Lady' - obviously it was unsuccessful as I have been able to save myself from such a fate, for the time being, by myself. Go me. I am also flooded with adverts like 'Have you got a bad church website?' (errrm excuse me?) and 'Free Condoms' (at what point did I confess to Facebook that I am sexually active and therefore desperately in need of contraception? As far as I recall, never.)

This brings me on to my next point. Facebook is trying to control my life. It WANTS me to have a boyfriend, it's BULLYING me into meeting Zac Efron, is PRESSURISING me into sexual intercourse, it makes BITCHY comments about my church website. Go DIE. Not only do I find peer pressure by advertising a little generic, I am also very wary that Facebook is not controlled by one person, unlike Myspace, which everyone knows is run by Tom, who occasionally pops a message in my inbox. What a lovely man. If myspace were trying to control my life, I would message Tom and tell him to cut it out. This, unfortunately, is not the case with Facebook, I don't know WHO to contact, WHO to trust, WHO to blame for this invasion of my privacy. Maybe the Matrix actually exists, or is in the process of existing and Facebook is the first step towards the computerisation of the human race - what a thought!

What interests me about Facebook is the way it plays on the human need for relationship. It exploits our desire to always be connected to the people we love and our obsession with being heard or noticed. People are always wearing their hearts on their Facebook status, writing on their beloved's wall and constantly chatting on Facebook chat. What happened to, at the very least, talking on the phone, or writing letters or perhaps meeting them in person? Obviously, I recognise the benefits of social networking and I thoroughly enjoy being in contact with my friends who live over-seas, but sometimes I feel as if I am living my life and expressing my feelings via a virtual world as opposed to a genuinely experiencing the REAL one. It has made relationships convenient - real effort is no longer required and consequently we are rapidly falling into the trap of having friendships that seem deep and meaningful but are in fact shallow and meaningless. This is essentially due to the fact that we cannot physically spend quality time with all the friends we have on Facebook, yet we continue to fill up our 'friend' slots with more and more people, spreading our capacity to love fully and completely thinner and thinner. Indeed this is not everyone's experience, maybe it's just mine but I look at my younger brother and his friends and I see a generation controlled by the internet - it frightens me.

Facebook in principle is a fabulous idea, yet in practice it is, as with many things, often taken to the extreme. People are lazy in their relationships, everyone is exposed to the deepest, most irrational of thoughts or emotions thanks to the wonderful invention of the 'status' - 'What is on your mind?' I mean c'mon as if that isn't CREEPY enough!? We waste so much of our time fearing the loss of relationship, using Facebook as our security, and as a result we stop investing our time appropriately. I personally have become sick of Facebook. I hate how everything is broadcasted, I particularly dislike how a 'change in relationship status' is made so obvious that people feel compelled to comment. I particularly dislike my own attachment to the website, how it's the number one website on my internet browser, how I automatically type www.facebook.com into the search bar every time I connect to the internet, how it aids procrastination...I feel as if I have missed out on SO many opportunities and experiences. I think of the books I might have read, the films I might have seen, the work I might have done and it makes me sad to think that I will never get that time back. EVER.

Facebook is essentially my Frenemy. Yes, they DO exist, according to Women's Lifestyle magazines (which of course speak the truth and only the truth.) It is my friend because it prevents me from losing contact with the people I love but it is also my enemy in that it wastes my time and my life. Now I am never sure what the rules for Frenemies are in Girlworld, I know you're meant to keep your friends close but your enemies closer...maybe you just need to ditch frenemies altogether. They seem pretty useless. To conclude, I am tempted to delete my Facebook entirely, unfortunately by removing said social network profile I am likely to be forced, kicking and screaming, out of the loop as recently people have been using Facebook to inform people of certain events etc. Therefore, I am required to keep my account...what a pointless rant.

'I incite this meeting to rebellion!'


I am currently revising for part 2 As History: The Changing Role of Women. The story goes a little bit like this: women treated badly, some women initiate a campaign to stop women being treated badly, men don't like the campaign - they think it's silly, women continue with campaign despite fierce opposition, SOME women get impatient and create an alternative organisation, for a while the two campaigns work harmoniously, new organisation decide they hate men, new organisation gets bitchy, men don't like bitchy women...and so on, and so on, and so on. All this feminism has yet to entice me, although I am happy to be considered as a man-loving-feminist if a feminist at all, but what has really inspired me is this idea of rebellion! Which is a little bit crazy because I have NEVER been a rebel. I am the biggest suck-up/goody-two-shoes you will ever meet. However, there is something about the combination of being an 'adult' in my last year of a school-sixth form and studying Suffragettes/The French Revolution/Italian Unification (revolution!) that has inspired me to revolt.

Firstly, the new Kendrick uniform rule of no 'leggings'/'jeggings' etc. Before I go any further, I would like to applaud my friend Jenni, who, in a superb and wonderful act of rebellion adopted the role of Kendrick Sixth-Form's 'mystery poet'. She posted a number of rhymes, based on famous poems by Chaucer, Wilfred Owen and Kipling protesting against this ridiculous new rule and challenging the diminishing power of the Student Voice. Consequently, the Student Voice was a major feature in this years' pantomime and was portrayed, very accurately, as opinionated (in a good way) yet ignored (truth.) Head Girl Team antics provide even more evidence to suggest that Kendrick girls are leading the way to revolution; just the other week Alice, the Head Girl, stole blue tack from the library and I, Deputy Head Girl, moved the Chess Board posters to give us more space to put up our beautiful photos. Alice also suggested that she wear some smart, purple trousers to a 'do' with Marsha (our headmistress) PURPLE trousers!!?? Do you know what purple is the symbol of? Royalty, yes, but also the WSPU (bitchy suffragettes!) CRAZY right!?

My rebellion extends beyond the school gates. For instance, I never pay full price for coffee anymore (well until the end of January!). Only this afternoon did I pay £1. 55 for a tall, skinny latte with an extra espresso shot and caramel syrup, rather than £2.60. (This is the part where I fail to mention that I am the owner of a registered Starbucks card, which not only gives me FREE extras but also provides me with 50p-off vouchers for every day in January...) IT IS REBELLION.

The Revolt continues. Today whilst walking back to the station, I refused to walk on the pavement. Yes, I marched down the hill asserting (rather loudly): ' I am going to rebel against the rules of the world (woops, I mean ROAD) and walk straight down the middle' to which Charlotte replied 'That's how you die Ellie' and at that moment a large 4 by 4 came up behind and chased me down the end of the road as I ran screaming to the safety of the pavement. Yes it was all VERY eventful, but the good news is that your Revolutionary is safe and well enough to write this blog. WOOPEEEE.

Reading back over this, I really am the most pathetic rebel. I clearly have no idea what it means to oppose the 'norm'...or do I?! Maybe I'm not 'normal' I mean I drink a ridiculous amount of coffee, I ENJOY doing my homework (on most days), I can't possibly get through the week without my Gilmore Girls fix, I cannot switch pens whilst writing, I ALWAYS carry teabags with me, I am currently going through a 'Russian Literature' phase, I really enjoyed being single and most importantly I love Jesus. The latter reason is probably my biggest act of rebellion. I may not be 'rebelling' in the sense of sex, drugs and rock n' roll but is that really contemporary rebellion? Rebellion is the concept of going against everything society stands for, and today our society certainly stands for sex (with everyone and everything), the rock n'roll party culture and even though hard drugs are still pretty taboo, alcohol is the God of most teenagers and adults alike. Therefore, I am a rebel in its purest form. Though I doubt I'll be waging a full scale revolution anytime soon, so rest easy!

Review of 2009

I know this is like 2 weeks late, but I have 'bloggers-guilt' and feel that I should document more of my life.

Album of the year: The Hired Man - NYMT company 2009 and Continuum - John Mayer

Track of the year: (according to I-Tunes) Seasons of Love -RENT cast

Film of the year: Breakfast at Tiffany's

Book of the year: The Great Gatsby - F.Scott Fitzgerald and Looking for Alaska - John Green

Favourite Gig/Show of the year: The Hired Man - NYMT and Mother Courage and her Children - National Theatre

Destination of the year: Stars Hollow

Beverage of the year: Breakfast Tea (all seasons) Twining's Fennel Tea (Summer) Starbucks Gingerbread Latte (Christmas)

This year went so fast and yet felt unbelievably long. It revolved around NYMT (woop) Kendrick (mixed feelings) Gilmore Girls (woop de woop wooop) and Caffeine (oops!). I am incredibly excited about 2010, so much potential, so much to look forward to.


News.





I am officially an Oxbridge reject. Cambridge rejected me yesterday and this evening I received an offer from Bristol, the uni infamous for rejecting Oxbridge hopefuls and accepting Oxbridge rejects. Nevertheless I am happy. Happy because I don't have to get an A*, happy because I still get my pushbike, happy because basically the pressure is off! Plus like Charlotte says, Bristol...even the NAME sounds nice: Bristol, Bikes, Books, Brownies, Brandy...BEARS. Bristol is a good word and consequently a good city.


It has a lot of coffee shops, lots of...well shops, BRISTOL OLD VIC THEATRE (get in!)...gah. So excited. I finally have SOME idea of where I'm going. I'm still waiting on Durham to make a decision, but at the moment I'm basically guaranteed a place at Bristol...BBC - such an awesome offer.

Other news: Snow. Je l'aime beaucoup. Unfortunately, most of Wednesday was spent huddled by the letter box, chasing after a postman, putting my books into alphabetical and genre order, hoovering, waiting, and waiting, and even more waiting, then hysterical sobbing, then rational thinking, being consoled by facebook, feeling loved/relieved/confused/disappointed and excited. CRAZY DAY and no snow play. Thursday was different, I got of my BEEhind and walked into town, more like waded into town. Bracknell is so pretty in the snow and snow is prettier when it's sunny - it sparkles and I like sparkly things. I still need to do revision, Kendrick keep putting work on the share point...it's ridiculous. LEAVE ME ALONE...wait, I don't need to worry about work. I can cruiiiiise on by. I love you Bristol, Bristol with your bears and brownies and bikes GAH! You have saved my life.

The only down point to be accepted, is not being able to go on my exciting I'm-going-to-work-in-Starbucks-on-a-New-York-street-and-be-Dorothy-in-the-West-End-gap-year...shame. Like that was even feasible. Yes, I even admit to picking up a brochure in First Choice this afternoon.

Tomorrow I promise to play in the snow. Tomorrow I promise to do at least SOME revision. Tomorrow I'm going to wake-up feeling accepted and not rejected (oooooo deep and cheesy)

3 words: I love God.

tschuss!