Wheel of Fortune

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In case you’ve been living under a rock for the last few weeks, Chatroulette, the latest social networking sensation, is a website that randomly connects you to a video chat with a stranger. Though launched only three months ago, Chatroulette has become an international phenomenon, with more than 10,000 users signed on at any given time. It has recently acquired a large following on college campuses in spite of, or perhaps because of, the fact that it is your mother’s absolute worst nightmare. Already, Chatroulette personalities have emerged: the man who allegedly draws quick portraits of each stranger who pops up on his screen, and another who wears a full cat suit, complete with leopard print and a friendly greeting of “meeoooww!” If you haven’t tried it yet, be forewarned—the site is not exactly the miracle of human connection that it claims to be. Here’s a bit of sage wisdom for any first-timers.

Rule No. 1: Do not take it personally if someone “nexts” you. Many users report moments of middle school-esque self-consciousness when strangers sees them and immediately disconnect. However, remember one thing always: You are using this site to be ironic; these strangers are not.

Rule No. 2: Be prepared to see a lot of men… err… pleasuring themselves. Sorry.

Rule No. 3: I absolutely suggest that you Chatroulette with a friend. Although I can’t imagine a scenario in which a video chat could actually be dangerous, it will be less creepy (and more fun) if you stick to the buddy system.

Rule No. 4: While you’re at it, play Chatroulette: the drinking game! Taking a shot every time you see a man masturbating is sure to lead to alcohol poisoning, but there are an endless number of variations on this theme.

Rule No. 5: Do not be discouraged—there is the occasional Chatroulette encounter that restores your faith in humanity. Just when I was ready to write the site off completely as purely a place for freaks and creeps, I came face-to-face with a perfectly lovely woman from France. A great interaction with someone thousands of miles away almost made up for the trauma of the endless stream of masturbating men and rude college-age boys in front of Bob Marley posters. So go forth and chat—Bonne chance!