And the invitations! Invitations to hip-hop fashion shows (“now with extra bling!”), invitations to parties six time zones away. Though unintentionally, the YASNS’ messaging functionality offers nothing but an extra spam channel - when the rare meaningful message does get sent, it’s hard to discern from among the noise, at more danger of being batch-deleted as a false negative than anything in my Inbox. (What this indicates to me, incidentally, is something wonderful: that people are so manifold and multiple that the mere fact of friendship with someone is a remarkably poor predictor of affinity for that person’s own friends. At least the people I seem to know. Walt Whitman would be delighted.)