Livia Iacolare

The funny thing about this Web 2.0 is that everybody thinks that everybody wants to have conversations around any topic. So now they’ve created Boobik? which has been labeled the “Twitter for sex”. And there are people who actually believe that it will help users start conversations around sex.

Now, if you think about the fact that some people spend 15 minutes to upload porn videos on YouPorn just to get the chance to post their spam links in the description field (as this guy says in the comments to the TechCrunch post), you won’t be surprised if spammers will start colonizing Boobik? and make it a repository for crap. Which it already is, by the way.

Conversation (the social media way) does not exist in porn and, for what that matters, people who look for sex online go to real time chat rooms and plug in their webcams. Someone said that Boobik? wants to appeal users that are not geeky. I am not sure about that; I believe that only those people who already know Twitter will give a chance to Boobik? and that’s just because it’s “Twitter for sex”.

Here’s my conclusion: Boobik? will attract geeks who already know Twitter and will be used to post quick messages such as “anybody wants to have sex in East London?”. Also, since the service is new, there will be mostly fake accounts created to stimulate the… conversation, yep.

Anyway, it’s just a funny way to ride the Twitter wave. Though not as smart as Twatter.

Does it really matter when it costs $1799, has an iPod HD, one USB port, no CD/DVD and no Ethernet and it’s supposed to be designed for mobile life?

Everytime I go to Roma I stay in this big house. They are good friends of mine and they share everything. They’re all from Napoli, just like me. When I’m here I feel at home because I can recognize familiar smells. I feel at home anywhere I recognize a familiar smell.

And after a beautiful evening spent watching an old movie in silence with them, with the sound of the heavy rain knocking at the windows, inebriated by exotic flavors and some good wine, I must admit that I am happy. It’s that simple.

I don’t like sites that tell me how I can spend my time without wasting it. Mostly because what they consider to be “valuable” has absolutely no value at all to me. All these sites are artfully crafted to make you feel like a retarded, no matter what.

Their editors usually bomb you with loads of bulleted lists, videos, reviews of productivity tools, audio podcasts, PowerPoint presentations and guides all of which are specifically made to make sure you waste even more time in front of your computer.

There is only one thing you can do in order to keep yourself productive: switch off the modem.

There are companies that produce silicon sex dolls and sell them at $10.000. They totally look like real women (except for the fact that they don’t ask you for money, they don’t talk, they don’t care whether you are clean or not and they don’t need to shave). They just do *that*. And who cares anyway.

But recently some companies started producing fake babies. Some have heartbeats and warm skin and appear to breathe. Some burp and cry and wiggle. You can customize them.

There are men and women who are obsessed about them and like to take them around with strollers.

Creepy.