We live in an era where creative outlets involve snapping pictures with Iphones, editing them with Instagram and posting on Facebook for all to see. Technology has created a generation of young, computer-savvy women sitting dormant in our apartments and houses, “liking” posts and “checking in” as they go about at a supercharged speed.
Indeed, the woman of “today” is modern and technological- well versed in social network etiquette and proficient in updating her representative posts. As industries shift to a more computerized job-margin, many divine aspects of our “hands on” lifestyle are rapidly diminishing. Ultimately, the current lack of tactile stimulation is negatively effecting women’s overall prosperity. Depression rates among young women are alarming, and we are left to wonder what’s missing in their supercharged life? Hmmm. Let’s see…
check cell phone
get ready for work
check email (screw breakfast!)
drive to work
glance down to check cell phone in transit for “updates”
get to work
text your partner
upload a status on twitter
get off work
check cell phone and do status update
call your friend back
head to the store
pull up your shopping list on your phone
buy food (urgh! you forgot your totes again!)
pull over to text your partner on the drive
watch youtube videos
putz around the web
relax; the left-side of the brain has been drained
eat dinner (post photo of your food on facebook)
sort your affairs
check status updates
set an alarm on your cellphone
go to sleep
wake back up because someone’s texted you
reply and go back to bed
Many women feel a lack of connection with the real world. I feel a sense of loss even though I am one of them. What happened to looking up and taking in your surroundings? What happened to the handshake? What happened to the phone call? The “swing-by”? And where the hell is the eye contact?!
This modernization has morphed us into zombies “feeding” on social interactions via expansive networks yet somehow feeling uncomfortable saying “hello”. Our lively passions have been vacuumed from our souls and hurled into the black hole of our own prevailing technology. Yet, in the spirit of progression, we as women have obtained the rights to express ourselves however we please.
And so I write, for passion’s sake.
by Alexandra Meehan
Supercharge your life with passion, Burgundy Girl.