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I fear we’re all getting a little dumber. Spend three minutes on textsfromlastnight.com and you’ll understand what I mean. Maybe it’s not actually that we’re becoming dumber, but we’re just more apt to share our idiocy with the world. It is very possible that people of the early 1800s got smashed and ended up naked in the back of their neighbors’ buggy covered in raspberry jam, but they weren’t posting Twitpics of it.

With that, here is a list of 5 dumb things that should be stopped:

Using symbols in place of letters.
Dear Ke$ha- what gives? A dollar sign is not an “s.” It will never, ever be an “s.” Please stop. It was fine when you were in middle school trying to fit in with the cool kids K8lyn and @shley and N!cole. But it’s 2010, you’re 23, and it’s not cute.

4. Twitpics of food.
If you have nothing interesting to say, get off Twitter. I don’t care how awesome your tofurkey burger with cranberry wasabi from McYuppies was, I don’t want to see it.

3. Starbucks.
Speaking of McYuppies…

2. Non-news stories being dressed up to look like news stories.
 Lindsay Lohan is suing E*Trade for $100 million dollars over an advertisement where a character named Lindsay is described as a “milkoholic.” Ridiculous? Yes. More ridiculous? MSNBC reported on it. So did CNN. So did the New York Times.

1. Movies that cost more than it would take to feed an entire third world nation.
Thanks James Cameron. Avatar  cost about $280 million according to Vanity Fair. It costs about 19 cents  a day to feed a child in an impoverished nation.  Avatar’s budget equates to 1,473,684,210.52 days worth of food.
I understand if you just think it’s way more fun to spell your name with a symbol or number that looks sort of like a letter, or if you think you’re dinner just looks so yummy you want to share it with the world, or if you love you’re tall skinny mocha latte with a double shot of espresso, or if you think Lindsay deserved an Oscar for Mean Girls, or if gone into a state of depression upon the realization that Pandora doesn’t exist, but please keep it to yourself. When the history books come out and the 2000s are remembered as the “Facebook Years,” we’ll have no one to blame but ourselves.


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