What Is Chat Roulette

I just found the most terrible, most frightening, most wonderfully amazing website ever!

A couple days ago a friend called me up hysterically laughing/semi-crying. When I questioned why she was having a verbal seizure over the phone, she attempted to explain the unedited insanity that is Chat Roulette. After two minutes of her giggle-filled ramble I found myself unmoved by her explanation of the site and decided to tell her I was on the other line with someone prettier than her… she immediately hung up on me. I never thought about the site again. Until…

This afternoon while on the train back to Brooklyn, I tried to catch up on the current ‘happenings’ of the world. What was one of the top ‘happenings’ on my New York Times iPhone app? Chat Roulette. Sounding somewhat familiar, I began reading the short article on the site… and though it only slightly peaked my interest, I did remember it was what caused my lady friend to squeal and insist that I go on it and write a blog about the craziness I’d undoubtedly see. So I got home, put away my groceries and turned on my web cam.

Let me preface the site with this…

It is a extremely minimalistic video chat. Imagine Skype, but the people you video chat with are connected at random, from across the globe, and whenever you want to see someone else you hit next. There is no way of going back and no personal information is exchanged… though a lot of penis shots are exchanged. Matter of fact, the site seems to be disturbingly dominated my male masturbation.

Of every 10 people you chat with

5 of them will be an older man with a gut and moobs (man boobs) stroking his hairy wiener.
2 will be a surfer looking teen/twenty somethings that will give you a middle finger and flex their biceps before pushing the next button.
2 will be random topless foreign men laying in bed. Before you can hit next or say anything they will smile and ask you what it’s like to live in America.
1 will be a 10 year old boy that will look identical to Justin Beiber. When you call him Justin he will smile and say, “naaaaaaaaaa.”

And before the process repeats itself you’ll run into a group of tween girls who giggle and quickly flash you their underdeveloped breast in between episodes of Hannah Montana.

The site is garbage… pure fantastic garbage. Here are a couple screen shots of me on it today.