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Soap operas are harmless fun. This is fun, but if it's harmless I'm Laura Bush.
(Am I?)

In my first weeks at Lit, I witnessed enough misunderstandings among intimate strangers to buy your shrink another Lexus. The place is a petrie dish for new social disorders. On a busy night, you can bet there's a psychosis or two in the works.
Not at the AH, of course.

No, the real angst is in the roleplay forums. Anyone who's dated recently knows it's hard enough in real-life to know where role-playing ends and reality begins. Take away every clue but words on a screen, and it's a miracle we survive. At this moment, men are being tricked into falling for other men. Women are baring their souls and agreeing to bare other things to Mr. Right, who's really a college fraternity chapter out to win a bet.
They're not trapped in Bush's "dark dungeons of the Internet." They're checking in at the cheap motel of the Internet, by the thousands. With partners they know less than nothing about. We guard our privacy more carefully at dinner parties than we do here.
The first pop psychologist to stake out cyber-relationships as a specialty will mine a rich lode of crushed egos, abused trust and fear of intimacy.
Thank God, that kind of thing doesn't go on in the AH.

(Am I?)

In my first weeks at Lit, I witnessed enough misunderstandings among intimate strangers to buy your shrink another Lexus. The place is a petrie dish for new social disorders. On a busy night, you can bet there's a psychosis or two in the works.
Not at the AH, of course.
No, the real angst is in the roleplay forums. Anyone who's dated recently knows it's hard enough in real-life to know where role-playing ends and reality begins. Take away every clue but words on a screen, and it's a miracle we survive. At this moment, men are being tricked into falling for other men. Women are baring their souls and agreeing to bare other things to Mr. Right, who's really a college fraternity chapter out to win a bet.
They're not trapped in Bush's "dark dungeons of the Internet." They're checking in at the cheap motel of the Internet, by the thousands. With partners they know less than nothing about. We guard our privacy more carefully at dinner parties than we do here.
The first pop psychologist to stake out cyber-relationships as a specialty will mine a rich lode of crushed egos, abused trust and fear of intimacy.
Thank God, that kind of thing doesn't go on in the AH.

