Little collectives

Have you ever searched Facebook groups? There are groups for everything and for everyone.

It is nice being a part of a group, it is what makes us like little ants, so busy socializing that we don't spend a lot of quality one on one time, reflecting on the world around us. Under these circumstances, we are conditioning ourselves and others to be reactive and not proactive. Every time someone updates their page, do you have an email sent to you so you can read and react?

For some, it is the only way that they know how to touch the world gently. For others, it is a place to hide behind a username and rage against the meek. There are groups that aspire to touch the soul of humanity, groups for the inane and insane. Blogs of poets and broken dreams and blogs that give you the colorful truth like peopleofwalmart.com

I would still like to see Bonnie Franklin in something new. How about Greg Evigan?

Whatever happened to...?

We are a TV generation that treated TV personalities almost like family. Each week, we would invite them into our homes, usually over dinner and then one day, they are gone.

They never call, or write. Sometimes if we are lucky, we catch them on re-runs on late night television, or maybe see them in something new. But where are Oscar and Felix? Dick Petrie? Where is Hawkeye in this tumultuous world? I bet he would have warm words of comfort for us all.

Like family, we tend to put a lot of faith into these characters, because want them to be real. We want them to be the people that never had in real life. Remember Donna Reed? Dads listened to their sons about the Little League game and Mrs Brady always listened to Jan...

As a unit of one, it is terrifying to be alone even when we really aren't.