Like little stars.
For all our complaining about Facebook privacy issues, has it ever occurred to anyone to just not put up every personal detail and debaucherous Saturday night photo on the social networking site? After all, you wouldn’t tell a total stranger your phone number or your sexual preference — let alone a list of your top 500 friends and acquaintances — so why do we not blink an eye while giving it out to the 6 million randoms who populate the social networking site?
“Hungry Beast,” Australia’s answer to “The Daily Show” (mixed with a little Improv Everywhere), sent two reporters into the field to see if they could get the same information asking strangers questions on the street as they could learn from looking at the strangers’ Facebook pages. The answers are terribly unsurprising.
Best line: “Would you mind getting really shitfaced — make a total ass of yourself — so we can show all your friends and co-workers?”
How about a compromise: I’ll give them the photos if they promise to make my pictures “private” and only hand them out to the 200+ people I have on my limited profile.
Like little stars.
World's best pie apple. Essential for Tarte Tatin. Has five prominent ribs.
So pretty. So early. So ephemeral. Tastes like strawberry candy (slightly).
My personal fave. Ultra-crisp. Graham cracker flavor. Should be famous. Isn't.
High flavored with notes of blood orange and allspice. Very rare.
Jefferson's favorite. The best all-purpose American apple.
New Hampshire's native son has a grizzled appearance and a strangely addictive curry flavor. Very, very rare.
Makes the best hard cider in America. Soon to be famous.
Freak seedling found in an Oregon field in the '60s has pink flesh and a fragrant strawberry snap. Makes a killer rose cider.
Ben Franklin's favorite. Queen Victoria's favorite. Only apple native to NYC.
Really does taste like pineapple.