Well, Delbert, the pink Mohawk and no teeth are a little surprising to me. I thought you would be kind looking and well dressed, maybe a little bohemian or something. But I'm sure there are people who would be attracted to the aging punk look you describe. There are so many people roaming cyberspace now it's incredible, and I think the old concept of there being someone for everyone is very romantic, so good luck finding a soulmate if you are looking!!!
I guess I'd like to at least try to address the issue of the woman who voluntarily chose to travel to meet a man she had been having a cyber relationship with, knowing he would sexually torture and murder her. I don't think this has anything at all to do with cyberspace, really, and I hope the degree of bizarre behavior coming from space meetings is kept to a minimum. I believe cyberspace is a medium for heightened communication, not a message in itself.
I looked at that woman's picture for quite a long time, stared at it really, trying to figure her out. I think she might have been really depressed. She was 35 but looked 50, and was obviously in a troubled marriage or she would not have even noticed the guy who killed her. And people develop erotically based on early childhood experience. Perhaps she was sexually abused as a small child, and as she grew up found she needed to be abused or degraded to become aroused. Maybe she was suicidal as well, but didn't want to take responsibility for her own demise, wanted it to seem like murder instead. So she created a situation where someone killed her.
What about the guy who did it? He was a seemingly normal computer programmer who was separated from his wife and had three children. Is he actually a serial killer?? Or did the distorted time sense and extreme erotic potential of web communications become so real that everyone took leave of their senses. This is all stranger than fiction, and I hope we find out what actually happened someday so that we can be sure the Internet had nothing to do with the underlying motivations.
Christine |
