Once upon a time, there was no high-speed Internet, the mention of the word apple still conjured up images of a fruit, the forward-thinking Xerox-“STD” stores charged one rate for domestic email and another for international email, Pagerank was still in “What the eff is that? It was your browser home-page, the post-box where you got your email (there were so few that you even read the spam) and the search box where you typed in “Cindy Crawford sexy pictures”. were Shammi Kapoor fans, but since there was no Wikipedia then, we could never confirm if this was true. It was around this time that many started discovering this other Yahoo! Rule number 3 was that one could use Salman Khan’s picture as your own only when chatting in UK and US rooms.
served up what was cutting edge technology: custom fonts and text color, emojis, macros, audio soundboards, custom avatars, and even voice chat (in the later years). When full, chatrooms tended to be a garbled stream of consciousness with messages flying in real time.
It’s not a secret that new users have a hard time cultivating their timelines unless they have pre-existing contacts to follow; they legitimately don’t know what to look for.
Suppose Twitter introduced a method of filtering their “discovery” timeline by geography and/or interest in the same way chatrooms were organized?
Rule number 2 was that angelgirl123 and bustylusty4u and similarly provocative ids were all bots, who wanted you to click on links.
One then desired the company of a real person of the opposite gender, and so the thirsty generation waited, till the night fell and parents fell asleep, to fire up their dial-up modems, the whrrrrr hunting tone making them throb with the anticipation of the hunt, as they quietly dove into the world of Yahoo! Frequent denizens of Yahoo Chat, and I can only speak from the male perspective, knew the rules.