I placed my i Phone on the table in front of everyone, and opened the app. It’s such a bitmap paean to the tackiest and most self-parodying of baller “culture”; it might as well be an app Tom Haverford slapped together in .
But it does, at a glance, sum up what Girls Around Me is all about: a radar overlaid on top of a Google Map, out of which throbs numerous holographic women posing like pole dancers in a perpetual state of undress.“Okay, so here’s the way the app works,” I explained to my friends.
I was enjoying the warm dusk with a group of six of my best friends, all of whom seemed interested, except for my girlfriend… And more than anything, it’s a wake-up call about privacy.
The only way to really explain Girls Around Me to people is to load it up and show them how it works, so I did.
The rest of the interface is very simple: in the top left corner, there’s a button that looks like a radar display, at the right corner, there’s a fuel meter (used to fund the app’s freemium model), and on the bottom left is a button that allows you to specify between whether you’re interested in women, men or both. If there’s more than one girl at a location, you see the number of girls there in a red bubble.
When you load it up, the first thing Girls Around Me does is figure out where you are and load up a Google Map centered around your location. Girls Around Me then shows you a map where all the girls in your area trackable by Foursquare area.
A Linux aficionado who was the only person in our group without a Facebook account (and one of the few people I’d ever met who actually endorsed Diaspora), the look he returned was one of comical smugness.“But wait! ” I said, ramping things up.“So let’s say I’m a bro, looking to go out for a night on the town and pick someone up.