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Request For The Clarification Of ‘Real’

In the American lexicon there is a flexibility when employing terms that calls out, wails with the might of a thousand damned souls at times, for some kind of narrowing of definition. I believe this NYTimes article's final paragraph sums this need up in a way that makes my stomach a little icky:

“We’re living our lives more and more in front of a screen,” Mr. Heiferman said. “You can easily go through a good part of life just looking at your iPod, your cellphone, the computer, the TV, and I think there’s a feeling of, ‘O.K., I need the real world and real people and real teddy bears and real community.’ ”

I'm feeling like I need some distance from real. I'm thinking the back slowly away while wielding a cross fashioned out of popsicle sticks sort of distance.

Oh, and there is the pink, pink miasma of amusement if you're wondering what all the hype is about or if you're a ten year old girl. Neither of those is necessarily a bad thing by itself but I'm just saying...

I'm an idiot
That was actually the Meetup guy. Argh.