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Faster, Pussycat! Click! Click! The web's open-admission policy would seem to exclude only Grouchovian snobs who wouldn't belong to any club that would have them as a member. Yet exclusivity of a subtler sort has marked the medium from Day One - namely, that you have to have a computer. Subtler still is the open secret that a mere phone-line modem is just too narrow a tube to browse through. Only a much faster, much costlier connection will let you see what's really happening. Elitist? You betcha. If you're reading this you probably like it that way. That you're online and most other people aren't gives you a little ego charge - you've accomplished something, you're early into the club, you know the deal on this most novel of cultural toys. Admit it, hipster: you've got a vested interest in this medium's inaccessibility to the masses. Enjoy it while you can. The velvet rope of bandwidth is coming down soon, courtesy of a communications network near you. Cable modem trials are really happening, with real people in painfully real places like Elmira, NY; the Newsweeks of the world have been throat-ramming the Internet message over the past two years, and so the trials are meeting with unexpectedly enthusiastic demand. Meanwhile, ADSL, a late-1980s technology for shooting megabits-per-second down regular, already-installed phone lines is being revisited by many a telco as a cheap and possibly very quick way to serve a hi-bandwidth diet to the millions. See, crappy content isn't what's prevented the web from catching on more widely (Lord knows it hasn't stopped TV). Nor is simple technophobia to blame. Joe 386-pack merely expects infotainment products to work easily and efficiently. He'll get caught in the web just as soon as he no longer has to wait a commercial-break length of time for every damn download. Yes, this is all still a fat-pipe dream. But the market is simply too big for something not to happen. Let's talk $20-40/month for unlimited high-speed net (rates that some of the major telecable guys are kicking around) and a 5% consumer take rate in the first year. That's 5 million homes, $1.2 to $2.4 billion a year. In the first year. That "b" sound sure pricks up net.mogul ears. What's news here besides the swaggery stock-analyst chitchat is that the very character of the web, its self-image, is at stake. Apart from the content that fills its files lurks an idea, user-fantasized and media-propagated, of what the web represents: smart, self-consciously hip, young, rich, edgy, rebellious, libertarian people. People not unlike, give or take a couple of those adjectives, you and me. Only thus could an industry-gossiping, pop-cult-obsessed, esoteric squib like Suck earn its relatively high hit counts. But the teensy graphics and HTML text? So 28.8. Get ready, instead, for a new, wholesome, All-American iconography to hit the web: bicycles, wagons, flags, baseball bats, traffic signs, farm animals. They'll come in sensible colors, easy-to-read fonts, and standard spellings. Think hometown newspapers. Better still, think America's Hometown Newspaper. USA Today's an undeniable hit in print; big, bland, uncomplicated, and dumb, it gives the people what they want. This success may be the best evidence that its website portends the electronic future. USAT will serve us the vanilla we (OK, maybe not you, hipster) crave in whatever medium we choose. Thus is USAT Online everything the web supposedly isn't: No envelope edges are pushed, no reporting made way new, no paradigm redefined. The mediocrity is the message. Whither web elitism? Same place elitism always ends up - behind closed doors. No reason some webpresario won't be able to con a few thousand kids out of $10 monthly memberships to his floating-URL invite-only party site, what with its fresh music mix (via cable modem, remember), celeb "appearances," and meth-dealer SkyPage numbers indexed by zip code. Or look for eugenic dating services sites to which non-college grads need not apply. Further prediction: Five minutes. That's how long it will take Case & Co. to co-opt this grassroots snobbery into a cash cow: AOL Gold. Imagine privileged "seating" at the Robert Fulghum Kindergarten Forum, where Robert'll answer your question about how to tell right from wrong. Picture Motley Fool Max (tm), with a net-worth minimum set de facto by the steep price of admission - who wouldn't trust these stock-tip bulletin boards just a bit more, knowing they came from a better class of surfer? But by then you'll be gone. You and the rest of the computer-terminally hip will be looking for greener, less-grazed pastures, muttering that old clubland refrain: "The web's so crowded, no one goes there anymore." courtesy of Johnny Cache
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