Mark S. Luckie recently wrote of a new phenomenon taking over the web and social media. He writes:
Faces in the crowd are no longer just faces. Photo tagging allows people to identify themselves and others in a photo and the technology is starting to catch on as a tool for journalism. Sites like Facebook and Flickr have offered tagging options for some time, which means many readers already know why and how to use tagging.
While tagging a photo of yourself or friend is nothing new, the idea behind mass tagging is. Sites like MLB.com are now posting pictures of crowds and allowing viewers to tag themselves. While the people at the event think this is a cool option, I think it presents great opportunity for journalists.
Looking to interview someone who was witnessed the last at-bat at this year’s World Series, and was present when the San Francisco Giants took America by surprise when they won the coveted title? With thousands of people tagging themselves on the photos posted, it would be very easy for a journalist to connect with a few different interview subjects.
I’m torn on this. Personally, I don’t think I would “mass tag” myself in a photo. Having everyone know I was at an event and where exactly I was at the event is a little too “Big Brother” for me. However, I think the opportunities for a journalist are endless. Although now it seems that people are only mass tagging on “fun” pictures (being out at a ball game, or a concert) how long will it be until pictures are being pulled off newspaper sites, being tagged?
The late 90s and early New Millenium ushered in a new era of music – pretty teenage girls and boys with mediocre voices and big names behind them, penning their tunes. Several of these stars came and went, fading out of tween’s heart faster than the touch-up-paint-used-to-cover-up-the-scotch-tape-marks-on-the-wall could dry (My dad yelled at me not to tape J-14 posters on the wall. Pleaded. Begged. And, eventually, surrendered. I didn’t waste my allowance on the magazine just to keep Justin‘s dreamy face hidden behind glossy covers. Sorry Dad.).
A few of them managed to keep a career going into adulthood (I still love you, Justin. But my boyfriend tells me it is now inappropriate to put pictures of you on my wall. I hope you understand.) Miraculously, one of these “musicians” was Jessica Simpson. She was able to get
boyband dreamboat Nick Lachey to marry her. And, somehow, convinced MTV that their life was so interesting, it should be filmed. But then she allegedly cheated on said dreamboat, the show was cancelled and, while he rebounded nicely with Vanessa Minello and has (seemingly) happily faded into the sunset, Jessica held on tight to her career. Because her voice is not as great as manager and creepy father Joe would like to believe it is, she’s been grasping at straws, desperate to hang onto a career that she was never really suited for.
When pop stopped working for Jess, her “people” steered her towards country. Turns out they didn’t want her either. Because of that, I imagine the last pow wow between anyone still vested in J-Simps went something like this: What type of music does everyone love? Christmas songs! When are most people the happiest and least critical? Christmas time! Let’s have her make another holiday album (That’s right – another. Check out her previous holiday spirit).
Simpson recently released her latest album, “Happy Christmas“.
Apparently, nobody is that invested in Jessica’s career, because they couldn’t be bothered to create an original song for her. Take a listen to her newest holiday single, “My Only Wish”. Does it remind you of any other Christmas songs? Mariah Carey thinks so.
“People get lost when they think of happiness as a destination. We’re always thinking that someday we’ll be happy, we’ll get there. But happiness is a mood, a condition, not a destination. It comes and goes and that’s ok. If people thought of it that way, they’d find happiness a lot more often.”
I am sometimes ashamed to admit to what is on my DVR. You are certainly allowed to watch whatever you’d like in the privacy of your own home. But, on the other hand, as a 25-year-old, I try to shy away from allowing the world to know that Tuesday nights on The CW is my creme-de-la-creme of television – One Tree Hill and (the soon-to-be cancelled) Life Unexpected*.
I heard that quote on One Tree Hill and facebooked it. I thought it was a sweet sentiment. I got several “likes” and comments. I came clean and told them I stole it from the show. But just because it came out of the mouth of a
dreamy guyon One Tree Hill, is it any less poignant?
*Life Unexpected has a solid veteran cast (Shiri Appleby of Roswell and Kerr Smith of Dawson’s Creek to name a couple) and a – gasp – original concept for a tv series. After getting pregnant in highschool, Cate (Appleby) and Nate Basil (Kristoffer Polaha) give their child up for adoption. Fast forward 16 years, when she ends up on their doorstep, looking for amancipation. Now in their 30s, the two decide to raise the daughter they gave away all those years ago.
Sounds sappy, but think Gilmore Girls-esque dialogue. Apaprently, The CW doesn’t think it will last the seven seasons GG did, as they recently stopped production on the show. With most of the channel’s programming taking place in a highschool (Hellcats, Vampire Diaries), I think it’s time for me to grow up and throw in my teenage drama towel (and hope that ABC sees the family values and picks LUX up for another season).
Or, at least, that’s the belief that some mothers claim to have when they offer their un-solicited advice as they criticize how others raise their children. I’ve seen this post by a blogger named Cop Wife popping up all over the internet. In a nutshell, she let her son, a preschooler, dress up as Daphne from Scooby Doo for his class Halloween party. (Check out the post and see how adorable he looks.) None of the other children seemed to be bothered by the fact that this little boy was dressed as a girl for Halloween. However, there were three mothers who made their opinion known. Cop Wife writes:
Two mothers went wide-eyed and made faces as if they smelled decomp. And I realize that my son is seeing the same thing I am. So I say, “Doesn’t he look great?” And Mom A says in disgust, “Did he ask to be that?!” I say that he sure did as Halloween is the time of year that you can be whatever it is that you want to be. They continue with their nosy, probing questions as to how that was an option and didn’t I try to talk him out of it. Mom B mostly just stood there in shock and dismay.
And then Mom C approaches. She had been in the main room, saw us walk in, and followed us down the hall to let me know her thoughts. And they were that I should never have ‘allowed’ this and thank God it wasn’t next year when he was in Kindergarten since I would have had to put my foot down and ‘forbidden’ it. To which I calmly replied that I would do no such thing and couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. She continued on and on about how mean children could be and how he would be ridiculed.
Excuse me, Mothers A, B & C, but, if you haven’t heard, children are impressionable. Do you think a five-year-old wakes up one day and decides to criticize the way other children talk and dress? Or do you think that maybe they hear people they trust and love and respect speaking that way day in and day out and slowly start to internalize that it is ok to behave that way?
Luckily, for this little boy, his mother is more concerned with his happiness than she is what other adults may think of a boy dressing up as a girl – for Halloween.
“If you think that me allowing my son to be a female character for Halloween is somehow going to ‘make’ him gay then you are an idiot. Firstly, what a ridiculous concept. Secondly, if my son is gay, OK. I will love him no less. Thirdly, I am not worried that your son will grow up to be an actual ninja so back off.”
What are the odds of two sisters getting pregnant at the same time?
What are the odds that those sisters are twins?
What are the odds of those twin sisters naturally giving birth to daughters on the same day, within hours of each other?
Well, apparently not impossible. It happened on October 5th for two sisters in Miami.
Check out the video here on Yahoo!