I’d never had traditional intercourse, but I did participate in what I later found out was called “outer course,” also known as dry humping. So while it wasn’t what most people (or literally anyone in human history) would call “sex,” who’s to say that one persistent “swimmer” didn’t seep it’s way through layers of clothing and Mission: Impossible its way into that magical tunnel that babies come shooting out of? Was my logic flawed? Yes. Could you even call it logic? No. But that’s who I was at 16. Hollister was my place of worship, I didn’t believe that soda had calories, and I thought that rogue sperm was an entirely probable way to get pregnant. It was a beautiful, horrible, confusing time.
For all the progress and quality-of-life improvements we’ve seen with the rise of Internet-enabled technology, the Achilles’ heel is that we’re now universally plagued by information overload. That’s made us more anxious, more angry, more ideologically divided, and more confused about reality than ever before. Stoll dismisses the notion that “the freedom of digital networks will make government more democratic,” realizing that unfiltered, unlimited information leads not to a more knowledgeable and thoughtful populace, but to a cultural addiction to non-stop digital stimulation.
“Your word gets out, leapfrogging editors and publishers. Every voice can be heard cheaply and instantly. The result? Every voice is heard. The cacophony more closely resembles citizens band radio, complete with handles, harassment, and anonymous threats. When most everyone shouts, few listen.”