Before Social Media

I wonder how the babies of today would react when they're grown up and realise that their entire infancy has been documented and uploaded to the Internet.

Would they feel thankful for the head start given them on their social media footprint in life?

Or, after all that posing, would they consider it normal and not even question it? 

Would they, at school, struggle to comprehend why their own peers don't already have a few hundred photos posted of themselves?

Or would they feel embarrassed, self-conscious and demand that they be deleted?

All this, before they're even eligible for their own social media accounts. 

Makankosappo

I grew up watching Dragon Ball Z. So naturally I was elated at this next craze known as Makankosappo. Started by a group of Japanese school girls, it mimics a supernatural fighting attack popularised by the show.

Japan

USA

See it in action in Mexico here http://bit.ly/142RV2q

Love, Noeline
xox

Public Pottering

It's the new planking/owling/brooming/Gangnam Style/Harlem Shake. Introducing the next big thing in all things viral: Public Pottering. Get on it.

Follow the Facebook page for Public Pottering here.

Love, Noeline

xox

Public, it's the new private.

It's funny how different social media channels can call for different - if not completely opposite levels of humility.

It was probably a sad day when even self-exhibitionists went with the crowd and put their Facebook profiles on private. But these egoists are resilient creatures. They found other ways of thriving.

They began posting risque thumbnails of themselves wearing close to nothing (it's just a bikini for God's sake, the fact that it shows more skin than my everyday underwear is completely beside the point). Next, they put on their humility-hat and began posting status updates complaining about all the creepy guys poking them, sending them messages and trying to add them. Have pity on me, for life is hard being this good looking.

But if you really want to see some guy's six pack, or some girl's cleavage photo-bombing her duckface - and if you want to enjoy these things in somewhat higher definition than what the Facebook thumbnail allows - chances are it's on Instagram for all to see. They will never ask how you found them or who the hell you think you are. Just keep showing them a little #instalove and they'll keep posting, so you can keep stalking. They call it 'following' now.


Keeping it real.

Noeline X

So many harlem shakes, not enough time