I was griping about Snapchat and Lulu recently, the first a sort of sordid way of offering up instant naked photos that supposedly only last long enough for an, er, peep show, and the second a way for women to rate, or diss, the men in their social networks.
I thought we were scraping the bottom of the barrel, when along comes an app called "Down." Good word for it. Because just when you think you are at the bottom of the barrel, there is still further down you can dig.
Down is an app that allows you to hook up, no strings, no harm, no foul, no names, no nothing more than just that - a hook up. Oh, by the way, you can rate the people you hook up with, and recommend them to a "friend."
Down calls itself a social networking app, but the name of the company producing it - "Bang with Friends, Inc." kind of says it all. The functional description of the app is that it's the "anonymous simple, fun way to find friends who are down for the night."
So, you get the app, you enable it to scrape your Facebook or Twitter data, and you indicate which of your friends you'd like to get "down" with. If they're likewise app'd up, and likewise interested, you can arrange a "date." (Does this sound like a business arrangement to anyone else but me?) Better than that, you can search the friends of your friends. Double - or multiply exponentially - your chances for a "down" on Friday night.
But there's more! Or less, depending on whether you're looking up, or, yeah, down. You can - again, all with perfect anonymity - tell the fun, frolicsome stories of what you did with whom when. And where. And if you read a fun, funny, fabulous and probably fabricated tale of a delicious down, you can buzz it out to your network of other Downers.
Well, ok, maybe my age and self-respect are showing. But for me, this kind of thing really is just that - a downer. Anybody? Anybody?
And to think, just a scant 50 years ago it was enough to ruin a girl's reputation if she went parking.