I’m not accepting any friend requests here. I asked the question in this forum a while back: What happens when one accepts a “friend” request here? What features to we get with “friends”? And the general consensus was: Nothing.
There was some speculation, IIRC, that there are some friend-related features and goodies on other vBulletin boards, but that they aren’t enabled here. So no point in that.
ETA: Here’s one old relevant sounding post I just found:
I like MeanOldLady’s response in the OP’s linked thread:
That seems to be about the size of it. “Oh, look - so-and-so’s friends with so-and-so. That second so-and-so has been around forever. And didn’t second so-and-so once tell a story about a balloon or a rabbit or a ficus that got loose indoors or something? So-and-so #1 must really be a so-and-so! I wonder if he’s accepting any friend requests. I wonder if bribery is involved.”
Also, I am no longer accepting requests for gratuitous sweaty sex unless children and long-term commitment(s) are on the table. Without those, I really don’t see any point to it. Ya’ll know who you are.
I know, lets have* enemy request*, that come with blood splattered screen shots of the chosen user exploding in a ball of flame and screaming in agony.
I can see a “friends” feature being useful in things like a hobby board, where a circle of people who live in a particular region might want to link activities on line. But here, with this bunch of bots, AIs and misanthropes? It is to laugh.
Maybe we can trade it for zombie-thread and mod-as-mod flags?
Thank you for your candor. On a somewhat similar note, I would like to formally announce that I shall not seek, and I will not accept, the title of People Magazine’s “Sexiest Man Alive” for this or any other calendar year. I must also respectfully decline the repeated (increasingly stringent) offers of a MacArthur “Genius Grant.” And for the last time, Mr. Anderson, while I admire your oeuvre and would otherwise relish the opportunity to work with you, I am simply unsuited for the role of Dirk Diggler in your Boogie Nights sequel, with or without the aid of a prosthetic to bring my own natural proportions down into the realm of audience believability.
