I suppose one of the signs of rapid aging is the inability to find humor in the universal human negative. First, we had the April Fool one day a year; now we have FMyLife.com — aka FML — haunting us with schadenfreude every day.
FMyLife.com — and yes, the “f” in “FMyLife” means that word — celebrates the worst of us.
The site allows people to share the awful bits of their lives for visceral titillation in others. Here’s how the project self-describes its negative debauchery:
Fmylife.com is a weird and wonderful addition to the web. It’s a collection of everyday anecdotes and stories likely to happen to anyone and everyone, sent to us exclusively by our users, which we then publish on the site. This is a space where you can let it all out and unwind by sharing the little things that screw with your day, and maybe realize that you are not alone in experiencing day to day crap. Posts start with ‘Today’ and end with ‘FML’. The site is meant to be fun to read and can be enjoyed on a daily basis.
Who’s behind fmylife.com?
Don’t laugh… French guys are. The original site’s inception (viedemerde.fr) is all down to Maxime Valette’s work, assisted by Guillaume Passaglia for web development and implementation of new functions, and by Julien Azarian for the day-to-day community management. A group of administrators are also in charge of reading and validating all the submitted anecdotes. Now, Didier Guedj and a new team are working on the development of this English-language version.
Here are some examples of the most popular stories shared on the site called “Top FML:”
Today, I received my passport in the mail. They got my birthdate wrong. Then I picked up my birth certificate that I had sent in with the application. Turns out my parents have been celebrating my birthday on the wrong day for 16 years. FML
Today, I was sitting in class and I fell asleep during the lesson. I was wearing sweatpants and had an erection. My teacher came up to me and grabbed my penis. She thought it was my phone. FML
Today, I heard my sister masturbating in her room. I took the dog around the block to get out of the house, and I came back to see her leaving her room… my electric toothbrush in her hand. FML
I read the stories, and I don’t get the attraction of the idea.
First, why would people share these stories — many of the anecdotes reek of the made up like the old Penthouse Forum “real life” sex fantasies published during my teenhood — and then I wonder why people would travel to the site to read these “FML” stories.
What is the attraction in the negativity expressed and absorbed on FML? Is there humor in creating a negative image of you for sharing across the world?
Why would anyone purchase an FML T-shirt or Hat advertising the nasty in us for public fun and private profit?
Are we supposed to find some sort of secret satisfaction in FML that life for us isn’t as bad for us as it is for others? If so, where is the quantification of contemporary human misery in that dim scenario?
By reading, or even attending sites like FML, we only confirm the loathing and the despair that presently imprisons us as a people, and when we decide to spend our disappearing time in the depths of others instead of exploring our own pinnacles, we merely confirm the least in us.