I am Facebook obsessed. I hate to love it and I love to hate it. I can spend hours just reading through all the fan pages, browsing pictures of friends and friends of friends and even some of people I don’t even know, writing comments, liking status updates and sharing pictures. This usually leads me to Pinterest or FetLife or even Youtube to do basically the same thing. I came across a status update by my favorite e-juice brand today that talked about some customer who got her panties all bent out of shape and must have really raised hell but had never bothered to read the “I agree to terms and service” stuff before purchases. She clicked the little box, but it was obvious by her complaints that she had not actually read the article. In response, this fan page posted the following:
“The number 1 told lie is “I agree to the terms of service”. You have to check a box when you check out on every site including ours that you did that. If you don’t agree with them, do not purchase.
Had a customer whining and complaining because they did not do that. Don’t blame me for your actions. Take responsibility.”
That project taught me (and a few of my friends I’m sure) to make certain that we read and understand anything before signing our names at the end. Checking off that little box is the virtual equivalent to signing our names at the bottom. It might be long and boring to read, but it’s worth it. And while I am certain we are all guilty of checking that little box and not reading the article first, or signing our names on the dotted line without really reading through the paperwork first, I’m also certain that these companies don’t write the Terms of Service for the fun of it. It’s got to be laborious going through everything, making sure all the bases are covered and then approving the legal jargon required for those kinds of things.
I think this is why Master and I haven’t written up the official contract yet. We’ve talked out all our rules, changed them up as we have each changed, added things here, taken things away there, but I have yet to sit down and type it all out, and Master hasn’t officially asked me to yet (for which I’m grateful). It’s interesting to me that I am so eager to give him my everything, to actually sign away all future earnings along with my personal items, my body, my will, to him, all while I haven’t officially signed on the dotted line. But when it comes to companies or social pages I want to sign up for, I skim over the small print if I bother reading it at all. I think I have my priorities a bit backwards here. Definitely time to change that!
What about you? What kinds of lessons do you remember from way back when that still hit home today? And have you written up a contract for BDSM before? What kinds of things did you include in it?
I’d love to hear your stories,