I would describe myself as a connoisseur of all things funny and awesome on the Internet because I’m a twenty-something and 85% of my life is spent online. I was there when Myspace came out. We all went nuts over “programming” our own backgrounds and layouts, something our Xengas and Bebos seriously lacked. I honestly had my very first DTR, on MSN I might add, because I was switched from a boy’s #2 friend on Myspace to his #7. That was a tough day. Insert sad emoticon. I was there when the very first Youtube videos were being posted, and let me tell you, my friends, to see the growth… to see my old pal Mr. Youtube being quoted in National news… it’s like seeing your old war buddy being elected president. I’ve been there from the very first facebook to the ultra-mega-beast it is now, and fought for the people’s rights through the status wars to get the old version back. Or to get a “dislike” button; that war never did die. I got a Google+ when it was an “invite only” extravaganza, and hung my head when it flopped. And most of all, dear reader, I remember the days when one had to be involved with the internet to know it. I had to be one with the people; speak, converse, discuss with the people. We had to put effort into getting to know the world around us; their thoughts, their beliefs… their fears. And this, dear reader, is how memes were formed. Frankly, the very word leaves a bad taste in my mouth. There was a time when you had to work to know what the internet is interested in; you had to take her out, talk to her, listen to her, and even fight with her because you too, my friends, were the internet. And that’s how it was molded. But now we treat it just like one of those “thousands of singles in your area” pop-ups. There was a time when a so-called “meme” wouldn’t reach the world unless a grand number of people found it clever enough to pass it on with their seal of approval. Nowadays, we get memes like “that moment when you hit your toe on something in the dark”. Super clever, guy. Your Internet ancestors have just drowned in their own tears. But just when I didn’t think it would get worse, it did. Now, anyone can go online and generate their own “meme” by finding the picture of “Business Cat” and writing “Vote Sherry Pinkets for Prom Queen” on it. This is the lowest of the low. Business Cat was created to pass along puns associated with the white-caller work force and being a cat. For example, “mouse on your desk, you earned it”. We have dumbed down the beauty of shared human experience enough to that thing you call a meme, please, please, don’t sink lower. Thank you.