Facebook and the anthropologist

I have been lazing around on Face book, and watching what must be the most interest anthropology ever. It actually sucks, but is still interesting. Yes it makes me into a big eavesdropper wanting to know another's business. I will not hide that. It is what Face Book is all about after all. But really, some people's stupid flirtations are the perfect excuse to keep throwing up. One says, hi, you're lovely, you're so smart, you're so good. When he is actually meaning to say...I want to sleep with you but I know your boyfriend is also on Facebook so I am writing in code. Another says, oh you're so brilliant, you take my breath away with what you do, I cannot wait to see you again. When she actually means... I want to sleep with you but I know other people can see this so I cannot just say it as it is. And it goes on and on and on. All the lovey-dovey things which are illicit. Because Face book also has it's illicit lovers, mistresses. Women who swoon at the slightest hint of a man's fame and power. And hungry man who would fuck anything resembling the slightest version of female.. or male. Like it or not, Facebook has become a real world. There is nothing more virtual about it. It is perhaps even more forward than real life because people are behind a monitor, and monitors are somehow very good at helping people to lose their inhibitions. Cool. And then perhaps people are getting caught up in the raw heat of the moment and do not actually realise that there are people like me out there, people who like to 'research' a lot of things, mainly what's going on with this one and that one. all me an interfering curious meddling brat. That's what I am. But at least I'm not making anybody throw up. I am just the essence of humankind that's all.