I will not be able to attend this week's blogger convention, because I have to go to my EMT class. But I do wonder if meeting in real life for purely social reasons will become obselete soon. You can see and hear your friends if they have a webcam and a microphone. You probably don't care about touching or smelling them, unless they are really good friends. And state law prohibits finding out what your friends taste like.
Consider a traditional night on the town. You shower and use up water. You put on sweatshop produced clothing and deordorant tested on animals. You arrive in the meeting place in a vehicle that emits greenhouse gases and is powered by a dwendling supply of fossil fuels imported from countries that force women to wear veils in public. Once at the restaurant, you clog your arteries and pollute your liver.
Now imagine this: You take one good photo of you when you were 20, post it on mySpace or Facebook and just stay home. You don't have to shave or shower and you save gas. You can get as drunk as you want because you don't have to worry about driving home.
In the future, all you'll ever need is a computer and a bathrobe to put on whenever you have to answer the door.
