Social phenomena in three categories: the politically correct, the exhibitionists and the workaholics
Chronicles from social networks . Now if you want to stay up to date on what is happening in the world and, above all, if you want to feel the pulse of the political and social situation, you have to follow what people write on Twitter and other social networks , from the President of the Republic to the housewife of Voghera. A very important aspect is also given by the changes of "status" on Whatsapp , which perhaps constitutes even more than the actual posts on the main social media , the real feeling (or rather as funny we say today, the sentiment ) of people. This is an experiment of a sociological and also interesting nature; I also recommend it to you, just to have a fairly faithful picture of how your acquaintances, relatives and friends think about the things of this world. In a somewhat roughly schematic way, while recognizing that crudeness and schematic are accepted criteria in the click society, we can divide the users of these services into three broad categories.
Let's see the first, that of the politically correct at all costs: does the famous football player die? It is imperative to put in your Whatsapp status the photo of the recently deceased sportsman, perhaps accompanied by the “goodbye hero” type of sillyness. That you have never been a fan of the same or a supporter of the team in which he played does not matter at all, on the contrary, if he played in the team that we have openly detested for decades, even better: we will show that we are super partes . Score attributable to the small image with attached ecumenical phrase: 8. Very few those who escape the temptation to stick this type of tag and, if you point it out, they also get angry. That the bomber have attributed any wickedness while he was alive, is absolutely not relevant. Do not expect, however, that so much sensitivity and sentiment concern events such as that of the eight Italian fishermen kidnapped for months in Libya and that someone dreams of putting a photo of the innocent fishermen in his state , but this only reinforces the theory that I am , a little jokingly but not too much, enunciating. To earn the medal of the first type, that of easy-to-take goodbyes, the matter must be treated with absolute superficiality, applying the parce sepulto only at the suggestion, more or less hidden, of the national media. The mainstream gives the input and we go wild on social media , doing the work for them. We forgive the player everything, any insults towards Italy and the Italians included, while when an opposing politician dies, unacceptable insults can easily be read.
In the second category I would put the many who do not know how to escape generic slogans such as "everything will be fine" or "we are united and in the same boat", even when we are intimately convinced that everything will go very badly and on our boat we do not intend to make us to climb anyone else or have the slightest desire to climb on those of others. So much is the molasses dripping from the category in question that, fearing to get entangled in it, I immediately step over and illustrate my idea of the third category, the one that groups together those who want at all costs to let people know what delicacies they eat and how elegant it is their swimming pool (possibly inflatable). This is a double action publication. On the one hand, anyone is allowed to give it to themselves as a rich and refined lover of beautiful things and, for this alone, they fall by the millions, allowing, moreover, to make one's inevitable enemies die of envy. Obviously, the members of the category will tell you that they have no enemy, and it will be useless to object to them that even Jesus Christ had them and so powerful as to put him on the cross. Nothing: those of the second category (to which I would obviously attribute the gold color, indeed, gold ) will tell you that a well-packaged dish always deserves a special mention. It therefore deserves so much consideration that it seems normal to respond to every word of the (albeit very good and famous) cook with the only "yes chef, no chef" uttered with his head down, with a humiliating submission that is no longer found in the barracks. The chef is always right and every dish deserves immediate publication, while a door made very well by our carpenter is not published because it is prosaic and vulgar . Usually, those ladies who keep us constantly updated on their graceful feet swaying by the pool belong to the same category, because it is so glamorous , but also the boys who in their profiles swell their muscles in such a way as to allow the total vision of theirs. unmissable tattoos are no exception.
Oh God, simple vanity, but too much is good. The third category has the color of grisaille, that is that of the serial posters of their immense work efforts. These are people on the verge of neuro-psychiatric treatments, who feel the irrepressible urge to show how much they work, for whom a photo taken in the office in the evening, exactly like the one that portrays them on the way to work at six in the morning , it is an official instance of social reward, because they work while we scratch our bellies on the sofa and they also work for us slackers. Even the workaholics are very hard to ask what the hell they think they are publishing circumstances about which nobody cares a damn. Such and so powerful is their opinion of themselves, that they could even come up with the usual cliché: "Boy, when I worked and produced, you rode the bicycle with the side wheels" . Once I responded to one of these phenomena, that, assuming I was in preschool while he was already enlivening society, that while I was running around on that assisted balance bike (as we would say now) he already had a good life contract and that my dad hadn't given my dad the money to buy the red bicycle. He was offended and took away my greeting, which, I must confess, I immediately came to a solid and definitive reason.
Then there would be the sub-categories of the three main ones, such as that of the publishers of photos of domestic animals while they make a very funny poop, little children who squirt on themselves the tasty baby food, wonderful blooms of their gardens and / or balconies. In short, minor evils, except that certain beautiful shots of the type and positioning of the lock on the entrance door and / or the anti-theft sensors are very welcome to thieves (which unfortunately we cannot exclude among the hundreds of telephone contacts we have in our address book) just as it is not highly advisable, least of all in these times, even if it was not forbidden, to publish photos of minors and perhaps at a "dangerous" age. But they are minor evils and I write about them smiling, mostly the result of pride or simple lightness. Market surveys? Research on the political preferences of Italians? Stuff from the past. We offer all this ourselves, sometimes with disruptive effects, for free and updating it day by day. It is enough to be good observers and even a very modest analyst will reap unthinkable benefits. I'm going to change my profile photo: it's over three years old and never …
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