
- F*** My life
I was recently introduced to a new, hilarious website that goes by the name Fmylife.com standing for F*** my life. FML is an interesting social experiment. Readers anonymously post embarrassing moments online — moments so terrible, all you can end them with is “FML,” or “f*** my life”.
Topics range from sexual advances gone terribly wrong (“Today, I wanted to seduce my boyfriend so I put on my sexiest lingerie and started playing mood music. As he was eating dinner, I climbed up on the table and started seductively crawling across to him. The table collapsed under my weight. FML.”), to tough-love conversations with parents no one wants to have (“Today, I was talking to my parents about feeling insecure with my ‘beach body’ as Spring Break keeps getting closer and closer. My dad proceeded to warn me by saying, ‘Don’t wear a gray swimsuit. People will try to roll you back into the ocean.’ FML.”), to public episodes that should only appear in nightmares (“Today, I was tutoring kids at an elementary school. One kid messed up my hair. I said, ‘Why’d you do that??’ He said, “I have lice, now you have lice too!’ FML.”)
Reading these posts, you are overcome two separate emotions: sympathy for the unfortunate soul that the incident happened to and utter relief that, no matter how many embarrassing moments you’ve had, at least this time it wasn’t you. And I am not going to lie, laughter generally tends to be a symptom of reading these posts.
Although it wasn’t you, should you ever have the urge to submit your own horror story, you’d be protected by the same sympathy and anonymity. It’s the anonymity, however, that is important.
Websites like FML rely on the belief that people are so afraid to confess their secrets that they will turn to the Internet, arguably the most widely accessible invention ever, to share these stories and secrets anonymously.
Which makes little sense. We can’t confess these moments to a small group of people because we’re afraid of being judged, yet we can post something on the Internet for millions of people to see.
Internet confessions have given us a sense of empowerment because even if your story isn’t posted, or perhaps it is, you are not alone, you are suddenly surrounded by millions of people who have had similar, if not worse, things happen to them.
According to Robert Thompson, a popular culture expert, says that these kinds of projects and websites are ‘a love for the ordinary moments fueled by a human need to share one’s life’ [1]. What people get in return for sharing hilarious or sad or humiliating stories is a feeling of connection and belonging.
Sources:
[1] Lupsa, Cristian. (2007). ‘Confessional culture’ draws a crowd. Retrieved on March 26, from http://www.csmonitor.com/2007/0131/p13s02-algn.htm















