Aimee Leabon

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Every day, on my way home from uni, I'd watch the "mag girls" come in and out of ACP's Sydney headquarters on Park St. I knew that I wanted to be one of them. I scored some work experience at Cosmo and then an internship. After graduating, I became advertising coordinator at AWW and after two years I moved on to become pictures researcher/production coordinator at Cosmo. As a "slashy", I'm responsible for finding all the magazine's images, composing the grid and sending the pages to print.

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Facebook...or Stalkerbook?

Picture editor Aimee Leabon wonders if we've all gone a little Facebook mad...

I've never really understood the obsession with Facebook. Don't get me wrong, I understand the concept but even I was a little shocked when I found out you could 'poke' people online (this was all cleared up after a very awkward conversation). Despite this, it has certainly developed a huge cult following. Take the Cosmo office, for example. Facebook can be accessed between the hours of midday and 1pm. It's a time I like to refer to as 'Facebook hour', because everyone logs in at approximately 12.01pm and logs out about 59 minutes later.

Despite my reluctance to join, I must admit that the idea of Facebook fascinates me. In my very in-depth research I've discovered there are two types of Facebook users. There are those who use Facebook as a social networking tool to reconnect with old school mates, loved ones living overseas and anyone else they may have lost touch with over the years. Then, there is the second type of user - 'Face-Stalkers' - who use Facebook to 'check up' on people as opposed to checking in with them to organise a lunchtime catch-up or Friday night drinks. These users are more common than you think, and for this reason I've begun to think of Facebook as 'Stalkerbook'.

Since logging onto 'Stalkerbook' and experiencing it for myself, I can understand the addiction. Within ten 10 minutes, I discovered that an old school friend has moved to Darwin and the 'it' couple I’ve known for years have gone their separate ways. There are also numerous unauthorised photos of me from parties that have been posted for the world to see for who knows how long. Uh-oh. I'm one of those users. And no-one is safe.

As for getting my own profile? Um, I've decided against it. Hey, I've got to protect myself from 'Face-Stalkers' just like me. After all, it takes one to know one. 

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Posted 16 May 2008 by anna
Oh my God, I do this ALL THE TIME! Seriously. I look at my ex's page all the time and think that it's hilrious that he's always switching his relatinship status from 'single' to 'in a relationship' to 'it's complicated' - and then back to 'single' agaian. Actually, I'm going to look at it right now! Love the blog, Aimee!  Report thisReport this

Posted 17 May 2008 by Bee
Yeah, it's a bit creepy - I know all about old friends that I have nothing to do with anymore. And myspace as well - tho it's pretty much the same, I think it's a lot less stalkerish and a bit more friendly.  Report thisReport this

Posted 17 May 2008 by Verity
I think if anyone is stupid enough to leave their facebook profile open to the public its their own fault if people snoop. If you dont want people checking your profile set it too private simple as that ?.  Report thisReport this


Wed 23
 

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The real Sex and the City

You know how people are always talking about how Sex and the City was groundbreaking, innovative television? Critics and audiences have never stopped lauding the show for being the first to address female sexuality in a frank and funny way. And while Sex and the City certainly was about female sex, it was definitely not the first TV show to talk about women having sex. In fact, Sex and the City was merely The Golden Girls for the Manolo set. If you want groundbreaking, look no further than 1985. Dorothy, Blanche, Rose and Sophia were the original Miranda, Samantha, Charlotte and Carrie. They were just as obsesse with clothes (even if they were drop-waisted apricot skirt suits from The Jaclyn Smith Collection, not skintight Herve Leger bandage dresses), indulgences (in seven seasons, the girls chomped their way through 100 cheesecakes) and of course, men, as Carrie and co. Who'd have though that sixty-something women could be so damned racy?