Fubar and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness

Fucked up beyond any recognition. We've all seen it. Drunkeness is generally a public affair and is often encouraged in certain social groups--you know, frats, the VFW and the book club your aunt belonged to until she drove her Buick into the living room of a neighbor's house. "We never really read, Tom. We drank Chardonnay and bitched about our husbands..."

Anyway, Fubar, according to the founder known as BabyJesus is "the internet's first online bar, where the party goes on 24-7." One may assert the members of Fubar enjoy drinking and interacting with like-minded individuals. In fact, there are Fubucks, which one can use to buy others drinks in chatrooms, or "lounges." Fubucks are bizarre. You can obtain them by posting pictures--many members clearly spend countless hours posting nonsensical images or the same image numerous times to build up points. You can also obtain points by rating the attractiveness of another's photo on a scale of 1 to 10. Interesting fact, the majority of individuals have an average rating of 10 or more. Another way to obtain fubucks is to participate in hosted surveys, IQ tests, and other nefarious games that involve you entering you cell phone number.

The site is myspace-ish, but not as sleek or well organized. In fact, if I were to render a an appearance grade--as I do in my Beer Blog--I would give it 6.6/10. The layout mimics the myspace profile page, and even goes as far as to arrange it almost identically. 

The site offers many social amenities myspace does, photo posting, photo commenting, private communication through messaging, the ability to be "friends," and also the ability to see others nude. Yes, nude. That's right. Naked. After you become friends with another user, "Private" albums are available for you to see, and in many of them you'll find pornographic images--many of which are execrable. In the name of Internet Anthropology, I quested on--albeit without the photos. 

At first, you begin to "friend" individuals--just like myspace--and accept invitations to be friends with others. After an hour or so I began to receive private messages like "wanna watch me and my hubby on our webcam..." Ye gods. It's getting worse....