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7 Deadly Sins and Facebook popularity


My last blog question was, “What makes people popular (in facebook)”. I was busy as a dung beetle to post anything about it. Blaming again my father, mother, mother-in-law and my wife for not being rich people, here I am squeezing some time on it.

Remember the “7 deadly sins”? If not, let me be the badass to whisk them up - Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Sloth, Envy and Pride. Now, I think the 7 deadly sins is a fantastic framework that explains one’s popularity. Believe me, thousands of years of research has gone into this.

Let’s take ‘lust’ for example. Everybody loves seeing naked bottoms? We invented fire to see them even in the darkness. We invented printing press to enjoy seeing their images too. Motion pictures to see them in action. And, not to forget - The Internet. What is the internet full of? Okay, that’s stretching it too far. But lust plays an important role in making one popular. I am seeing my circle of friends in facebook. The sexier ones are almost always popular (Yatin, Kay, Roslinda, Babul… )

What about envy? We envy the rich (Bill Gates). We envy the crazy (Britney Spears). We envy the talented (Susan Boyle). Zimbly, if you can make people jealous, you become popular. Sloth? We are generally sloths. We want our bananas pealed, put into our mouths and our jaws moved too. In this knowledge era, if you can bring vital news/information/insights to people’s easy attention, you gain instant popularity.

And its very easy to see the rest of them in action too. Gluttony – Pamela, the cooking Ninja, gets 5 comments even on the deflated cake she bakes. Btw, there are also “7 holy virtues” of which I don’t give a shit. Generally, one needs to be bribed and threatened to follow the holy virtues. But the deadly sins, they flow glibly longer, deeper and faster. Now, the objective here is not to be a sinner. But popularity seems to seek one who knows how to leverage on these fundamental forces.

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  1. Raja,

    People who spend 5 hours on facebook everyday are better connected. It has nothing to do with sexiness!!! 90% of the people on my FB do not know me in person nor have ever met me. It is how much time I spend in front of the puter. At the moment 80% time is spent connected to internet and 10% clicking pics and 10% sleeping. Either I am clickin keys on keybord or fotos...

    I wish I had a better schedule than this :) Happy Clickin' :P

    Cheers
    Babul

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