In the last few weeks, I've put myself on hip dating \/ befriending website Friendster at the invitation of someone I vaguely know. I suspect they wanted to make their numbers up – there's an uneasy element of a popularity contest.<\/p>\n
Very odd, Friendster. You register a profile, describe yourself and your interests, upload a photo and let other people give approved Testimonials on what sort of wonderful person you are. And that really is it.<\/p>\n
The London media adage of "any friend of yours is not necessarily a friend of mine" comes into its own here. Looking at Friends of Friends of Friends, I see lots of music industry types and proper pop stars who really should have better things to do. And some seem to be genuinely using it as a dating agency. <\/p>\n
There's also lots of ex boyfriends and girlfriends happily extolling each other's virtues. "Here's my former lover – help yourself, they're a great catch." All very civilised. In a very hedonistic way. <\/p>\n
I have deeply jaundiced and immensely unpopular views on Relationships, and am ashamed to admit that on hearing of Jude Law's divorce, my heart skipped a little. As if he'd be phoning me up the next day for a roll in a sandpit. <\/p>\n
Unsurprisingly, I am rarely invited to weddings. <\/p>\n
I'm not convinced Friendster will be more than a short-lived Internet fad as it's fairly limited (unlike LiveJournal), and the server keeps breaking down. But it IS less anonymous than LJ, which I naturally approve of. You're encouraged to be yourself rather than pretend you're a picture of a kitten.<\/p>\n
The trouble is, all anyone wants to be is a picture of a kitten.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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