The Strange Faces Of Facebook

As poet-Sodomite Jim Morrison observed, people are strange when you're a stranger. As a stranger, I use Facebook to follow that strange breed, "people," up close but from a distance, like a bird-watcher with binoculars. I have a number of "Friends" who are only my "Friends" because I'm fascinated by people I have nothing in common with.

My favourite was (alas, she unfriended me) my real-life friend's stripper ex-girlfriend, who would frequently post rap lyrics glorifying her vagina and its ability to extract money from men. Other choice faces are the unfailingly cheerful Filipina (is there any other kind?), the Panamian girl who's always jajajaja'ing, and the young socialite Jewess who posts about fashion and her cat Boo.

Upon self-analysis, it's clear that I am strangely drawn toward non-intellectual, non-ironic, non-jaded females to whom I have nothing to say. I don't wish to enter their perfect world, or shatter their perfect world. (Unlike Marxists, I believe in the firm necessity of false consciousness.) I'm content to simply spy on their existence in awe and wonderment. They are strange to me because I don't know how people can be so unstrange.