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If you recall, not too long ago I blogged about the elusive Facebook poke and about what Poke-induced stress could lead to. Then, just the other day, I shared a study on my wall that claimed that the more Facebook friends you have, the larger your brain is. I immediately clicked to my profile to see how many friends I had! Whew! I was okay. But, I began to wonder about those people who jumped on the Facebook wagon late and just joined… had their brain not fully developed yet?
And then it started to dawn on me! Here I was, spending time out of my day pondering how the amount of Facebook friends was affecting mine and others’ brain size! Just like that, Facebook had become a stress magnet! I mean, we’ve all been there. I’m sure you’ve posted something and then wondered why no one ever commented. Or publicly made fun of something you meant to be serious. Or even worse, took something seriously that was meant to be a joke. Don’t get me into the stress of “to tag or not to tag someone” in a photo…
I began to wonder if anyone else had ever looked into the stress Facebook actually causes on people’s lives. Could one suffer from Facebook-related anxiety? Low and behold, a few inquisitive Scots from Edinburgh Napier University had already asked the very question: Do more Facebook friends cause more stress in your life? And indeed, uncovered these stats:
12 percent of respondents said that Facebook made them feel anxious. Of these, respondents had an average of 117 friends each. The remaining 88 percent of respondents, who said that Facebook did not make them feel anxious, had an average of 75 friends each.
63 percent delayed replying to friend requests.
32 percent said rejecting friend requests led to feelings of guilt and discomfort.
10 percent admitted disliking receiving friend requests.
So, what does all this mean?
Well, as much stress as Facebook may or may not cause, I think it’s safe to say, it’s not going anywhere.
So I say, embrace it. Post and comment away.
On second thought… I think I am starting to stress a little about posting this… hmmmm…
This isn’t the most contentious argument out there. Most people would agree that taking the stairs is “better for you” than taking an elevator. Just as going for a long walk is better than sitting on the couch, or taking a few laps at the pool is better than… well, sitting on the couch. I’m here to say that, like in many other examples, “most people” are wrong and taking the stairs is no long walk and its certainly no laps at the pool. Ok, stay with me…
I’m basing my theory on two main points. The first one is “What is a workout?” The second one is “risk vs. reward.”
1. What is a workout?
Now I’m not gonna wiki workout and get a definition cause I think most people can agree. A workout is an activity that raises your heart rate to a high enough level for a long enough time whereby you become physically stressed. At the doctor’s they call it a stress test. They put you through the ringer and watch how your heart reacts. Some say its pretty tough. If you workout by running or swimming or weightlifting you know that if you have goals in terms of weight loss or muscle building, you have to push yourself until it kind of sucks… At the very least.
Ok, here’s my point. Taking five or so flights of stairs doesn’t do any of these things. It doesn’t raise your heart rate very much and not for very long. Its like running back to pick something up that you dropped… or picking up the pace a bit to catch a closing elevator door. These aren’t workouts either.
2. Risk v Reward.
Now this is the thing that most people don’t think about. Personally, I never run. I don’t feel I get enough benefits vs. the damage it seems to do to my joints. I also don’t box or play basketball… these should seem obvious to you if you ever met me. Basically, you have to pick the workout that suits you. Then do it safely.
So I’m not saying climbing five flights of stairs is dangerous but in a work environment with high heels, snowy or wet conditions, not paying attention, talking and walking… You can see how they could become quite a bit trickier. It doesn’t take much to twist an ankle or miss a step or do one of those embarrassing skip n half falls. What about those people who are impatient and double step it past you? They probably treat themselves to a crispy creme soon after, siting their intense training up the stairs. They will go down, its just a matter of time.
So let’s combine the two points now. Consider that climbing a small number of stairs is not considered any kind of workout, by anybody, and it enters into your unsuspecting morning a small amount of risk that could lead to some injuries that are easily avoided. The elevator wins.
Here’s my advice. Take the elevator. Avoid the stairs. Then go workout in a gym or with a trainer where you’ll get a safe, proper workout.
Dave is the Creative Director, Henry’s human and the tallest Dave in the Graphics Department at Pluto.
The Elusive Facebook Poke… what does it mean? I don’t know about you, but whenever I get poked, I’m confused. (Wow, even typing it feels kinda skeevy to me) Anyways… when that little FB notification ring chimes “You’ve been poked” I feel a little creeped out. And then to make matters worse, not only do I have to figure out what the person means by the poke, I have to weigh the implications of poking back. I consider myself a lady so I just don’t feel comfortable poking on command, but I also don’t want to come off as though I’m ignoring a simple hello!
So, today I said, enough is enough… It’s time to find some answers and see if maybe I’m just a little jaded. Am I the only one bothered by being poked out of the blue? So, my first thought was to seek out answers on the ever reliant Google… To my surprise, I found pages upon pages of inquiring minds asking the same question…
At first glance, it looked like the majority of sites claimed that poking is just pure, clean fun… that I should get over my feelings of creepiness… A poke is a simple nudge, a hey, what’s up, or I’m thinking of you gesture… But, still I think to myself, Well, why not just write me a message or post on my wall: “Hey, thinkin about you” “Hope you’re good” Why must you have to go and poke me? Especially if you’ve just met me!
But, upon further investigation I started finding confirmation that I wasn’t the only one weirded out by this FB phenomenon… Heck, a Tennessee woman was ARRESTED for poking another woman on FB! And word to the wise, if you befriend a Zimbabwean on FB, the slang “poke” means to have sex in Zimbabwe, so I’m just sayin!!
I suppose I find a bit of solace knowing that you cannot poke the same person twice unless they have returned your first poke or they’ve hidden it. Still… To poke or not to poke – That is the question.
I defer to my new boss, DC who has this sage advice – “Well if it’s the wrong poke from the wrong person, it can be unsettling. Or if its an unexpected poke, or uninvited even worse.”
I couldn’t agree more!
Natasha is the resident flamenco dancing fashionista and latest addition to the sales team at Pluto.
We talk alot about ourselves sometimes, we know. Lucky for us this time it’s CBS who wants to tell you more! Our moms are so proud. If we had and actual paper anymore, this would be clipped out and hung from the fridge.
When I went to Las Vegas, I had ten toenails. Coming back was a different story. After four days of partying, I sobered up and realized I had one less toenail! What’s a girl to do!? I could either take a chance with Dr. Elvis while in Vegas and risk having a dull hospital bandage that would clash with my skimpy outfits… or accessorize my toe with a Hello Kitty band-aid and continue partying. Needless to say, I made the wrong decision. I returned to Detroit with nine toenails and in unbearable pain and I’m stuck in flats. I guess because of what happened in Vegas, my toenail decided to stay in Vegas. On the upside, I can now invest in a variety of blinged out fake toenails just in time for Summer sandal season. (Yes, they really do make fake toenails.)
Saba is the first smiling face you’ll see and resident math-nerd at Pluto.
If Elvis rose from the dead and tried to raise a family it would sound like Grinderman. Ahhh, Grinderman. Angry blues that makes you want to punch things. Perfect for pumping you up (angrily) in the morning. Grinderman’s latest record “Grinderman 2″ is just that, a double dose of Grinderman. If you’re not in the ‘know’ I’ll tell you Grinderman is comprised of Nick Cave, Warren Ellis, Martyn Casey and Jim Sclavunos. Their new album, Grinderman 2, is out now through Mute. Check the site out here… but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Ian is a Motion Designer and resident Music Junkie at Pluto.