Naughty, Naughty PWSers


So as K-Mavs and Gertrude Trotter (two of PWS' most loyal readers) pointed out this afternoon, SJ and I have been very bad about posting lately. We're sorry. Really we are. But trust me when I say we have an iron-clad excuse: SJ lost her pegasus. In her words, "I can't find the goddamn animal ANYHWERE!" So guys, if you've seen him (purple wings, rainbow colored tail, answers to Frank) we'd be super grateful if you could give us a little shout. SJ has been despondent (and quite honestly, no fun which sucks for you-know-who). So while we're searching the metaverse far and wide, we've enlisted the help of one of our most favorite PWS-followers - Shannon O. - to take the reins as a guest blogger. Her Second Life thoughts follow below in PINK:

PS: I've included a little sculpture of Frank and SJ that I hand crafted above. Of course this was before she got that forehead thing fixed.

Second Life is like Barbie

So, I've been giving Second Life a lot of thought and it occurred to me that Second Life is like Barbie for adults.

When I was young I had the Barbie corvette, townhouse and jacuzzi. She had furs, roller skates and ball gowns. I could not drive and even if I could, I would not have had a convertible sports car; I did not have a luxurious townhouse, nor do I think I'd even been in a hot tub....let alone with a naked Ken. But, through Barbie, I had all of these things. It was fun to pretend. I think Second Life is really the same thing, just in a modern format. The only difference is I was 7-YEARS-OLD, not a grown adult, and these luxuries cost under $50 each (and sometime FAR below), not hundreds or thousands of dollars.

I've grown up and I'm past imaginary friends and dress-up. So, the question is---Are Second Lifers those with arrested development?