As you know, Chatroulette is a website that instantly hooks up strangers for online yakfests. Millions of visitors go there daily to talk about crap and then bolt when they lose interest. This new site has wowed investors and it could make its young Russian inventor rich beyond his wildest dreams.
If it were not for the weenies.
Yes: People are fleeing the site, as more and more men are showing up only to flash their shortcomings to shocked and sickened strangers.
Chatroulette has become a lazy perverts dream: You can nauseate thousands of people, without ever leaving your basement — just like Media Matters.
Anyway, this disturbing story illustrates two simple truths: Wherever technology goes, sex will follow. I'm sure moments after Eli Whitney invented the cotton gin, he tried to have sex on it. And I can't say I blame him: cotton gins are sexy.
But more importantly, people these days are more inclined to pay attention to perfect strangers than their own imperfect family. The reason: The attention they pay is simply payment for attention they want in return.
Chatroullette is just another part of the "look at me" obsession that infects modern life; a phenomenon that isn't any more appealing than the pervs who hijacked it. I mean, weird men furiously pleasuring themselves to strangers is creepy, but sitting in front of your computer talking blindly to anyone who pops up isn't much better — especially, when mom or dad are alone in the next room.
Oh well, I guess I have no choice but to join in. It beats standing behind the Applebee's dumpster in my overcoat.
And if you disagree with me, you're a racist homophobe who never closes his robe.