Gaggle. I downloaded it, for the sake of understanding my assignment of course. After I did, in fact, download it, I can confirm that it’s a local message board, much like the popular app Yik Yak. However, it allows students to share photos, and 98 percent of them are of naked women who you may very well have passed in the hallway yesterday.
As interesting as that statement is, I can’t get behind the idea of an application like Gaggle. It fosters the worst part of the internet—cowardice. It’s like a digital wall, like the bathroom stall of yesteryears where statements were scrawled with reckless abandon, the author fully aware of the power they were granted when they inherited an empty bathroom and the anonymity it provided them. It becomes easy to write bad things about people when no one knows you’re saying them.
Furthermore, I can imagine it would be less than ideal to find a photo of your nude self on an application that’s accessible to all of Fayetteville. I’m actually in a weird spot right now. I wrote a piece a few weeks ago detailing the ability of the media to draw attention to issues. And as I sit here and type, I wonder, “Should we be drawing attention to this?” Articles like this are essentially free publicity after all.
You see, Gaggle has nothing real to offer. It’s breasts and Greek kids talking badly about one another. Its time in the spotlight will be short lived, and it doesn’t deserve our attention. Once the male population remembers Internet porn exists, the allure of badly taken bathroom nudies and poorly written insults will fade into obscurity, and Gaggle will join the Internet graveyard with millions of apps whose five seconds of fame began with controversy and ended up with very little.