Nothing will replace the “like” button on our Facebook pages. But does it say enough? Even with the fine suggestion from Facebook engineers of a “sympathize” button, we’re still handcuffed to a simple abstraction—“like”—when what we really mean is so much more specific.
• This post has my name on it.
• Historically I’ve “liked” stuff like this.
• Don’t dislike.
• Great photo of you! (Shitty photo of me!)
• Ha ha ha!—I think I understand.
• A lot of my friends have “liked” this.
• Inside joke?
• Missing word?
• LOL’d… didn’t quiiite ROTFL.
• Think you’re attractive. [...]
I'm part of a group of friends that have known each other for many years. I treasure this group and want to be friends for a long time to come. Unfortunately, conflicts have been coming up here and there over the last couple of years, it seems to be escalating, and I'm at a loss as to how to make things better.
The problems mostly revolve around me and one of the other women in the group, "Jessica."
Jessica and I are very different people. She's an only child who, at age 40, still lives with her parents. Her mother does all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, even buys [...]
"A customer pays for a Fosters beer at the Occidental Hotel in central Sydney June 21, 2011." —Can you guess the story from the photo caption? I must confess that I could not.
"Judging the behaviour of our friends accurately is impossible because we attribute positive qualities to people we like, according to a new report yesterday. According to a new study, people evaluate their friends’ behaviour more positively than they do strangers – regardless of actual performance on a series of tasks."
"Friends was about that time in your life when your friends are your family and once you have a family, there’s no need anymore.”
I have very recently come to realize that I am a terrible friend. Well, perhaps "terrible" is a bit of an overstatement: I will be there for you if you come to me in need, or really make any kind of effort at all, but otherwise I try to keep my head down and not get involved. There are plenty of reasons for this, mostly involving fatigue and heavy drinking and a crippling sense of dread at the thought of picking up the phone just to chat and catch up on your life. In a sense, our new electronic world has been a major accomplice in my declining amiability; [...]