What a load of old shyte... really. In terms of meritorious group activity it makes Twister look like the Bolshoi Ballet. Could we just fast-forward through this dumb romance of the masses with iPhone fueled geo-location vapidlications until they deliver something worthy of comment? It's as if the Times Literary Supplement suddenly took, as its canon of reference, the amassed junk mail of the globe. Truly an embarrassment of riches.