Are we re-living the '70s? Considering that the era was beleaguered by war, a devastating economy, and oversized sunglasses, all signs point to yes. But, more importantly, The Me Decade shares with ours an eerily similar societal facet: widespread narcissism. However, while self-obsession was then pegged to enhancing the body, mind and soul, the current version is exclusively a result of this damn Internet. And it has a name: Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

Dr. Drew Pinsky, best known for his TV gigs (Loveline, Celebrity Rehab) has a book coming out that essentially explains why celebrities are often revealed to be dum-dums. It's because they're crazy narcissistic, but what's worst is social networking sites like Facebook and MySpace colliding head-on with our national obsession with celebrity, resulting in a new era of rampant vanity.

In other words, Twitter has turned us into total a-holes.

[Dr. Pinsky] is not a fan of MySpace or Facebook... because they allow people to seek attention by acting out like celebrities -- posting provocative pictures and personal stories about irresponsible behavior.

We Tweet. We Tumbl. We blog. We update our status. We post pictures in real time. We share intimate details and vague musings as they happen, sending out attention-hungry pleas into the ether and hoping to receive some sort of validation in return. We have come to believe that every little thing we do - every piece of minutiae, every passing thought and opinion - is important to somebody. The need to broadcast our lives has turned us into our own personal brands, making our primary objective to sell! sell! sell! (and, um, sometimes it backfires).

And if we are, in fact, all li'l Julia Allisons, culminating enough of an Internet presence to give others the illusion that we're, srsly, so important, where will it end? At what point will we stream video footage of ourselves eating, sleeping, and pooping onto the screens of strangers just because we assume somebody is interested?

Oh, wait, somebody is interested.