Young people are fantastic early adopters of technology, but they don't have the emotional resilience to cope with the fall-out when feelings get hurt along the way. Girls, in particular, seem to be experts at internalising this upset.
Instead of worrying about the spread of ISIS, we need more uplifting spirits. We must remember that we are the majority. Individually we may not be able to do a lot, but collectively we have the power to make a difference. It is up to us to filter through the sea of fear-mongering and ignorance and make a stand for the oppressed, regardless of race or gender.
Many social networks are criticised for providing their communities with a news feed filled with angry political rants, tragic breaking news, and hundreds of posts about people struggling with illness or persona turmoil. We've turned this on its head, and developed a feature dedicated to sharing good news about advances in Alzheimer's care.
The problem is, when we start telling ourselves we're totally rad, we tend to stop moving forward and we stop improving as people. We start to blame other people when things go wrong. We blame our employer, the system or the world because "I'm doing everything right so it must be someone else's fault".
We are taught to criticise women no end for their real or presumed sexual activity, but what they don't tell you is that slut-shaming doesn't come without potential side effects, such as depression, anxiety, self-hate and suicide, and in Kehlani's case the latter was the main talking point, when she uploaded a picture onto Instagram after her failed attempt.
I was pretty sure I'd find the challenge difficult, but I had no idea whether it would have significant impact on my everyday life. Would I miss out on things, would it be a massive inconvenience, would I get weird withdrawal symptoms?
I haven't written for ages. I've written almost nothing this year, apart from work-related items and to-do lists. It's not so much that I gave up writing for Lent as that writing gave up on me... there's been so much going on that I have struggled to find the words to quantify it all.
Anyone who's a vague acquaintance, thinks they can fast-track a response by slipping in the back door of social media. To some extent, they're right. Once I see a message I'll respond, because until I do, it'll hang over my weekend like the stench of spilt sardines.
No one who has changed their profile picture to feature a Belgian flag would imagine that their digital magic was going to bring down international terrorism and I seriously doubt that they thought it would make a substantial difference to the lives of those suffering in Zavantem.
For brief moment in time, Tuesday's tragedy reminded us what it would be like to live in a world without Zuckerberg's creation all because the platform was a little late in switching on its Safety Check feature. Until something better comes along, we've got to admit that our relationship with Facebook is probably closer to love than "like."
Black women are more vocal than ever. We no longer bat an eyelid at the "angry black woman" cliché that haunted our mothers, or the "aggressive" label that was tacked onto any black schoolgirl who was insolent enough to do anything but sit silently. We say what we want, and we won't suffer fools gladly, and at some point the rest of the world will learn to deal with that.
You know something bad is going to happen when Katie Hopkins begins tweeting about Islam. This time her insults were directed at all 1.6 billion Musl...
My name is Sasha and I'm a procrastinator. That's right, a self-diagnosed, self-confessed time wasting expert with a diary full of back-to-back procrastination meetings. I gave up on eating lunch today as it was a distraction from the amount of procrastination I had to get done.
There was a time when only two things in life were certain; death and taxes. Now there's a third certainty; that the imprint we leave online will last long after we are gone. By 2012, just eight years after Facebook launched, 30 million profile owners had died. According to some estimates, 8,000 Facebook users die every day, leaving behind profiles, photos, likes, and memories.
In recent months I have begun to notice in precise detail to what extent the Internet and information technology has helped me manage my time and to...
Sometimes I worry how this lifestyle of technology-enabled instant gratification will affect her and her brother in the long-term. Will they be less willing to roll their sleeves up and work hard, and will they display less patience when it comes to achievements and rewards?