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Cruel Irony: Amazing Woman Gives Speech About Privacy. Details of Private Life Immediately Trend on Internet

"Privacy."--Jodie Foster The role that cemented my Jodie Foster fan-dome was Dr. Ellie Arroway in Contact. At the time I first saw this movie, I was toying with pursuing a graduate degree in science. My mentors prefaced every conversation with the acknowledgement that a career in science is "not all it's cracked up to be." As a fresh-faced undergrad, I sort of blew that off considering I did not know what to crack it all up to be. All I knew was that I thought bacteria were the shit and I wanted to get to know the little critters better.

An Open Letter to Corporate Sponsors

Dear Banks of America and Other Rich Dudes, Please quit buying shit and putting your boring-ass name on it. We used to have this thing in Chicago called the Sears Tower. Now when you do a Google search for those two words--and that's what they've been relegated to--the top hit is this site dedicated to some monstrosity called the Willis Tower. This self-proclaimed "global icon" is now the seventh largest building in the world and still first in the US. What you don't see on that site's welcome page is the name Sears and no indication of the nostalgia wrapped within its walls. Instead, you are welcomed with a cold reception as dry and bland as partially done white bread toast.

The Antisociality of Social Media Part 6: Cute Puppies are Cute

Like if you like chocolate.  Share if you love chocolate.  Comment if you have no taste buds, but would definitely give chocolate a shout out.  Ignore if you are the devil. --A true smartass I posted that as my Facebook status update the other day. Granted, it did not reflect the fact that my heart rate, pulse and breaths per minute were all normal (#clinicalstatusjokes) , nor did it answer the pressing Facebook question, "What's going on, Tina?"  But it did satisfy my inner social scientist inquiring mind. As a result of this little experiment, I can conclude that 13 of my friends like chocolate, none love chocolate, two do not have taste buds, but would give chocolate a shout out, and the rest are all the devil's spawn. Either that or they just rolled their eyes, shook their heads and said, "Oh, for the love of Rudolph! How do you hide people from showing up in your News Feed?" Devil's spawn is funnier, though.