FML? N, FYL! MLIP. AP.

Keeping up with the latest fads and pop interests is a tiring affair. I used to not concern myself with such trifles, instead focusing on my own pastimes and developing a unique individuality. I have since strayed from this path of creating a more intimate personal database of myself through creative construction, introspection, at-length reflection, and collaboration with my closest friends. I've been so focused on studying this foreign and heretofore neglected portion of our culture that I'm beginning to feel like an outsider.
This cultural takeover of my life can be perfectly illustrated by what I found myself browsing earlier today. I had heard three of my friends, who are roommates, talking about their post on my university's "FML" page. I spent an hour searching through dozens of scenarios of varying degrees of self-deprecation and misfortune before I finally found theirs.
"I just found out my roommates [sic] gay. FML"
Rolls off the tongue, down the chin, and dribbles brown liquid on your new shirt, doesn't it?
What is so repulsive to me about this technological innovation, "FML?" Where do I begin? Admittedly, much of the revulsion stems from my past outright rejections of the internet culture, which I assumed without ever challenging my notions of what it actually was. But now that I can examine the phenomenon more clearly and honestly, I discover a handful of objections. First, it encourages participation in the culture of faceless, no consequence interactions. People establish meaningless contact with minimal involvement, and consider the webpage a sort of fantasy world where the people who post do not truly experience pain or sadness but rather have posted purely for entertainment. And this is probably true: internet culture promotes a type of no-consequence, disingenuous interaction that does not exist in the realm of bones and muscles and faces.
But most of all, the internet allows people to lightheartedly wallow in the misery of their lot, as though they had no control over the situation. Why would someone ever sit back and allow these things to happen? Weakness, apathy, misplaced or never-identified values and desires. FML shows that our culture has the ability to create, but what it creates is frivolous idleness. It's short, choppy, disjointed, and riddled with identical comments. Everyone has a voice, perhaps, but no one is listening!
And why should anybody truly listen? Why listen to something that anybody could have written? Why place stock in an opinion that a faceless and nameless - for the rules of internet culture dictate that we hide behind aliases - man, woman, or child one day devoted twenty minutes to writing? Has education suddenly lost all its power?
Perhaps a different form of education is required for the authors of today's virtual library. After all, the ability to define a very specific audience and capture its attention is no small task, one that I realize I've failed in all likelihood with this post. Readers should be able to judge adequately enough the merit of an opinion without an accompanying description of the poster's credentials. It is quite the simple task to sift through various blogs and pick out the ones worth one's time. (This one, for example, would easily fail that test, at least on the basis of this inaugural post. Maybe by making this into a parenthetical I will win back a few readers.)
Without any quality control measures or a way to hold people accountable for their published material (no peer review?), a distinct type of personality has emerged, one concerned with choppy and undeveloped comments lacking insight, depth, and cleverness, especially in the realm of comedy. Is this the bottom line? Does my longstanding abhorrence of this unfamiliar and unfriendly culture stem from this glaring lack of creativity, effort, and accountability? Or am I just a crotchety misanthrope who refuses to acknowledge the merits of anything I do not fully support or understand?