I joined Google+ a few weeks ago, before it went public, and had such a fantastic time meeting interesting new people that I ran back to Facebook and told all my friends to join.
And many of you came.
The Hangout thing, which I could have predicted if they’d asked me, was a bust because the truth is that all of us are sitting around our computers in our ratty pajamas and we don’t want people to know that. It’s the reason why the internet is so wonderful. We can have the illusion of all the social contact in the world while making next to no effort.
From the safety of my computer, I’m always sexy and cute and my hair always looks terrific. That’s the brand, baby. And you know we both prefer it this way.
After spending close to two hours getting ready for my last hangout, it was just that: my last hangout.
No thank you.
I’m sitting here right this very second in my ratty pajamas letting you think I’m fabulous (see photo above), and this is the way we’re going to keep it.
Now that all of you have flown back to Facebook’s ever-loving arms and gotten past your paranoid fear of the creeping scrolly thing on the side that broadcasts what your friends are saying to their mother-in-law, I’m left thinking G+ might end up a bust.
When I first joined G+ I was getting circled by some amazing people who I wouldn’t have had access to any other way. I got talked to once (maybe twice) by Chris Brogan for God’s sake. He watched my About Me video and told me he liked it. Publicly.
But those days are gone. Once G+ opened the floodgates to the public, those cool people were washed out of my stream.
Nowadays these are the people who are circling me:
How about this one?
Is this a real name parents in China are giving to their sons?
And my most recent favorite:
I blocked out his name because I sort of felt sorry for him. But I do have a message in case anyone here happens to recognize this hot piece of man flesh.
Dear Mr. Swagnificent,
I can tell that you are a man of the world. Sexy doesn’t even begin to describe all that is you. The sunglasses, the jaunty European scarf, the pants that fit your tight young ass. Wow! You are pretty damn sexy.
But, you might want to pick up your socks and put away the pink princess costume before you take your next Mr. Swagnificent Hot-Sex-On-A-Stick picture to post on the internet. Just a suggestion.