And increased reliance on social media for interaction has another effect that might lead to depression. Only 18 percent of UCLA’s survey-takers said they spent more than 16 hours with their friends per week, whereas in 1987 that number was 37.9 percent. More specifically, kids aren’t partying: In 1987, fewer than a quarter of students said they partied less than an hour per week. These days, more than 40 percent said they don’t party at all.
16 hours a week seems like an incredibly luxurious amount of time to spend with friends, but that’s actually weird and fucked up and society is broken. Is hanging out 90 minutes a day a lot? Lots and lots of text messages…It seems like it would be rude to call someone just to talk. You’re asking for their full attention! All of it! You’re admitting you don’t have something better to do, yourself. You’re admitting you want to talk.
This is Baudrillard writing about the iciness of our culture in the 1980s (America):
This is a culture which sets up specialized institutes so that people’s bodies can come together and touch, and, at the same time, invents pans in which the water does not touch the bottom of the pan, which is made of a substance so homogeneous, dry, and artificial that not a single drop sticks to it, just like those bodies intertwined in “feeling” and therapeutic love, which do not touch–not even for a moment. This is called interface or interaction. It has replaced face-to-face contact and action.
It is also called communication, because these things really do communicate: the miracle is that the pan bottom communicates its heat to the water without touching it, in a sort of remote boiling process, in the same way as one body communicates its fluid, its erotic potential, to another without that other ever being seduced or even disturbed, by a sort of molecular capillary action. The code of separation has worked so well that they have even managed to separate the water from the pan and to make the pan transmit its heat as a message, or to make one body transmit its desire to the other as a message, as a fluid to be decoded. This is called information and it has wormed its way into everything, like a phobic, maniacal leitmotiv, which affects sexual relations as well as kitchen implements.