A week or so ago, I watched the movie Serendipity. It’s a total romantic comedy. Nothing particularly special about it. In the throes of the flu, it was about as much movie as I could watch.
But there’s this great line in it that sorta echoes my sentiments about all the crap-ware that’s foisted off on us by the technorati. Sexy web stuff, time-wasting social networking of every merest utility, etc.
The character is trying to get a kid to divulge the previous tennants of an apartment. The kid is resisting and claiming privacy laws. Finally, he explains to the kid whose privacy is being protected…
Pimple-faced college drop outs who have made unhealthy sums of money forming internet companies that create no concrete products, provide no viable services, and still manage to generate profits for all of its lazy day-trading son-of-a bitch shareholders. Meanwhile, as a tortured member of the disenfranchised proletariat, you find some altruistic need to protect these digital plantation-owners?
Yeah!