There’s a great sense of community online. It’s kind of like a gym membership, but without having to get up off your butt. Instead, you talk about food and exchange pictures of cute animals. You meet people, discuss interests, bond, and establish meaningful relationships with people you wouldn’t typically just meet on the street. You are able to engage with individuals about topics you can’t talk to your family about. At the end of the day, it’s a huge community.
I’ve heard plenty of jokes about how people wish the Tegan and Sara fans or the Harry Potter obsessed or the riot grrrls or the vegan community of Tumblr could live together in one big apartment building.What’s funny is that we/you already kind of do. Seriously. Being on the Internet is kind of like renting a (very) small square footage apartment. You (or someone) pays the Internet bill, right? You have “pages,” kind of like properties, which you moderate. Facebook itself is like a cozy home in a cul-de-sac. I grew up in a subdivision. Everyone knows everyone’s business. You can look into your neighbor window by looking out of yours. But your Facebook feed is sort of like the guest list of a BBQ you’re hosting. It’s a hodgepodge of people you went to school with, co-workers and maybe even that obnoxious aunt you have around just because she’d take offense if she weren’t invited (you just have to be mindful of the content you post and tell your friends to stop commenting “penis” on every status update).
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