I was a funny little person when I was younger, and the internet is a funny little thing right now. On the internet, in one corner, we have plenty of places to put our opinions, stories and content; this is “user-generated”. In another corner, we have search engines and hungry info-vores trying to make sense of the world; and they struggle to determine the quality of what they find, and assess their trustworthiness in the answer. You can take whole courses with people like this to figure out the answer to those questions.
I grew up in a family of women that believed you didn’t wear white after Labor Day, stockings or socks with sandals, or navy blue or brown with black. I was always told “You have to look nice when you go in public, you never know who you will see or meet!” So it is no surprise that, back in Spring of 2007, when my friends Christo, Mariano and Jeff launched the First Time Project, that I had some funny stories to contribute to their site.
The information you put into the internet, like this blog post right here, has an interesting way of sneaking up on you later in life. Whether it be a few days later, or a few years, you can never be sure what will be taken seriously and what will be taken out of context. In this situation, someone posted on ChaCha.com, a mobile answers text service, the question:
“Does black match with blue?”
to which he got an answer:
“As long as the shade of blue is lighter than navy blue, blue/black look great together. Try wearing blue jeans with a black top!”
and if you look at the fine-print, the answer’s source is none other than this story, that my parents will not let me live down for the rest of my life. Now you can join them:
I befriended Adam when he was dating a girl a year younger at our sleepover camp in connecticut. I was always the “friend” but then Adam surprised me one day and dumped his girl and asked me out. On our second night of dating we had our first kiss, it was underneath a tree between girls’ camp and guys’ camp. You may be thinking that kissing on the 2nd night of dating is too fast for 12 or 13 year olds, but we were at camp, and one day at camp was the equivalent of at least a week.
I had one problem with my first boyfriend, he wore navy blue sweats and a black tshirt to breakfast in the morning, and he wore that color combination again at night. Like I said, even though it was only in 1 day, it’s camp, and it’s the equivalent of a week of navy blue and black.
We only had 1 kiss because I quickly dumped him on our 3rd day. My parents won’t let me live down the fact that I dumped my first bf because he wore navy blue and black; I guess the moral of the story is that I’m as shallow as they come (see my next sentence). He started dating this girl Amanda shortly after, but she had a really bad hair dye job and a hairy upper lip. total downgrade Adam from toronto, total downgrade.
What we learn from this situation is two-fold:
- The correct information was taken seriously, and now I am the apparent authoritative source on matching navy blue and black
- Wait, WHAT?
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